Has so much of the year gone already? This day Numbering title system is quite depressing. So to cheer things up, let’s watch Italy score a truly excellent try to the backing of Nessun Dorma.
I have, I admit, seen better, but they feature my kids and so (a) are not available on film and (b) I am probably biased.
This evening I watched one of those videos on health and am now convinced I am dying. This is a clear case of cyberchondria. and after a bar of chocolate I feel much better. For those of you who don’t waste time on links, it’s a clever pun on hypochondria, is a real condition and is caused by anxiety at the immense amount of information (and misinformation) about health on the internet.
The best antidote for worry is just to take a look around. Day by day there i more blossom out. White, pale pink, deeper pink and even red, though that is mainly camelias and they are, in general, a bit too showy for my taste. Set against almond, plum and cherry blossom, plus magnolia and even flowering blackcurrant, they are just to big and too red. Quince, which is also out, is red, but is subtler, with smaller flowers. The header picture is a quince.
That is all I have to offer today. I started off with big writing plans for the evening but ended up wasting time. I have sent one submission this month and have another ready to go, so I’m doing Ok, but am conscious that I still have another couple to do before the end of the month if I’m going to keep my numbers up. The numbers are important in themselves, but they are a way to measure whether I am writing enough (because practice makes perfect) ans whether editors think I am making the grade.
I went looking for photos of blossom in March but 2022, 2021 and 2020 have little to offer and in 2019 we had snow in March. These are some bird photographs from March 2018. Have we really done so little in the last four years?
Wren at Rufford Abbey
Nuthatch at Rufford Abbey
Robin – singing
We have a few of those red flowering quince, too. They are quite tenacious shrubs.
We once had one that came up in a crack beside some steps in the garden. It was OK for a few years but eventually needed removing. They are not easy to remove. 🙂
It is sobering for me to read posts from past years and find that they are almost identical to present posts. I am definitely well stuck in a rut.
I’m not, I’m going downhill. I dream of being stuck in a rut . . . 🙂
If your life works, there are worse things than being in a rut.
I was out with someone yesterday who I haven’t seen in two years because they were scared of Covid. Yet, they ride motorcycles, jump off cliffs and bungee jump. I know this doesn’t jibe with your post, but all I could think was really?
It’s funny how people see risk. Why would anyone want to to jump off a cliff or bungee jump? Gravity is not something I would ever mess with. 🙂
Right there with you
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They don’t come much better than that try
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