Posts Tagged ‘“Marmalade”’

This morning I was doing my Yoga for Softies routine under the trees in the garden when I heard a noise overhead–a sort of chug-chug. Odd sort of bird sound I thought. In fact it was a red squirrel doing his rooftop rounds–checking out the early fruit on the wild mulberry.

I watched as he elegantly progressed past the church facade and towards the hedgerow, disappearing from sight and sound and leaving me to my contortions.

Two days ago as I was on my way to the tomato patch to water-in the last six plants, a branch of the Judas tree snapped overhead and fell at my feet.

I looked up and there was Beau–looking down big-eyed at me from even higher than this morning’s squirrel–clearly surprised but otherwise unworried. I was the worried one and started shouting for him to go back when Meredith came out and said calmly “ignore him”!

Sure enough as I returned, watering over, there he was on a low branch readying himself to leap onto the garden table!

If you stand still in the courtyard these days and listen carefully you become aware of a low tweeting and twittering.

If you listen harder you might be able to locate the three little hens–working the undergrowth like fully grown adults and on their very own social network–keen to show us that in fact they were the trend setters and the whole world has followed their lead!

Resting tweeters …

Searching for a trowel in the pigeonnier last week, I heard a snoring sound.

Quite loud–the sort you might expect to hear in the lounge of a traditional men’s club in London–after lunch.

I looked high and low–and eventually found the source–snugged in deep on a shelf against the wall, masked by a small bowl.

Marmaladesoundfully asleep!

He is not well. His left cheek shows signs of swelling and his eyes run–the cancer in his nasal passages causes the snoring sound. He eats and shows his customary friendliness to us and has some quality of life, but at some point we’ll have to make the painful decision.

For the time being though he still likes to encourage me to keep going on the yoga mat and not be distracted by a chug chug from above!

“What on earth is he doing?!!…”

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Marmalade peered round the gate–he’d heard voices but wasn’t sure whose.

He walked into the courtyard and being a ginger, gingerly approached the house.

As he crossed the threshold he discovered it was his people, returned from somewhere after sometime.

“And I’m supposed to be pleased?– well, no doubt they’ll give me some extra food to curry favour which will be good”.

Meredith took him to the vet yesterday, he seemed so low.

Nothing wrong except a bit of a weeping eye.

Tender loving care will do it we’re hoping and a nudge or two from Beau.

Beau behaves as though we never went away and has grown into a young adult cat.

Life goes on fast.

He’s liking the outdoor life and cheerfully comes and goes–discovering strange new shapes…

Yesterday he caught a bird–in spite of the little bell round his neck– scattering the poor thing’s feathers hither and thither–just another toy.

Meredith told him off in no uncertain terms but he showed no shame.

Stalwart Pippa–head cat–was friendlier than is her custom when we return from journeys and freer with her head-butting hugs.

Lucien was nowhere to be seen–nothing new in that.

Dear thing turned up later though–to sleep on the bed.

The garden has suffered from another bout of extreme cold while we were absent.

Things have died or at least been challenged.

Our lemon tree–so prized–we thought was a goner; but cutting back the dead stuff this morning,

Meredith spotted some hopeful signs.

So maybe all is not lost and we arrived in time to catch the almond blossom.

The herald of Spring.

A month is a long time for a garden to be left but what a blessing this fleeting show of beauty always is.

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Marmalade says: “You’ll never guess what’s happening behind me…

…it’s been going on for over a week now–a man has been digging a hole in the meadow behind the house–and the hole has got bigger and bigger!–what’s going to happen when a cow falls in it?”

Enough of that–Marmalade can be over-anxious sometimes!

Here’s the story…

The work is being carried out, not because we had a tip off about where to find the lost treasure of St Martin–although we’ve fantasised about its existence for twenty years–but sadly for less romantic reasons.

There is a new drive to implement a European directive on the subject of septic tanks and we’ve  heard the inspectors are out and about and keen.

We have insufficient space at the back of the house to carry out the work as the regulations require; so have had to ask our neighbours, Alice and René, if they’d mind us digging what looks like an olympic swimming pool size hole in their meadow!

They kindly agreed for us to go ahead–sight unseen.

Thinking big!

The “EU Waste Framework Directive“–attempts to ensure that waste is disposed of without endangering human health or harming the environment. It was passed in 1975 and aimed at turning the EU into a recycling society.


We are doing our bit.

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