Showing posts with label March. Show all posts
Showing posts with label March. Show all posts

Monday, 31 March 2025

Back on Track at the End of March

 


And breathe! That's much better. This last month I've been running on empty. Busy working weeks, and daily hospital visits have, understandably, taken their toll. But yesterday, for the first time in what's felt like ages, I managed some time by myself. Well, not completely by myself, as I had my not-so-little-anymore sidekick with me, of course :) Generally, however, life is very much back on an even keel. I'm still a little too busy at work, but that is something which will need to be addressed, moving forward. 

Thankfully, spring has arrived, and so have the lighter evenings. It felt wonderful to step outside into the garden yesterday evening and watch as the sun began to set, and the solar lights started to flicker on. What made it even more satisfying was that I'd spent much of the afternoon weeding, digging and sowing. Over the last couple of years, I've made much more of an effort when tidying the garden for the winter months, and it really has paid off - there wasn't an awful lot that needed doing. Certainly a lot less than I'd initially thought, at any rate. And perhaps I should also mention that it smelled amazing - freshly dug earth, combined with freshly cut grass - Heaven! 


This year we're hoping to grow spring onions, spinach, carrots and beetroot. Unfortunately, the strawberry seeds I sowed were unsuccessful, so I will need to pop to the garden centre and buy some plants instead. While I'm there, I will look at buying a few annuals, to add some much needed early colour, and also a floating plant to add to the container pond, which has now been given a thorough clean (I didn't look after it properly last year). I've also sowed some sunflower and nasturtium seeds in several of the sunnier spots, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that they will grow. 
The sweet peas are already beginning to climb, and the apple trees are growing new leaves. The lemon trees are still sitting patiently in the back porch, just waiting for warmer weather. 


The time I spent in the garden was so lovely, but what I really enjoyed about yesterday, was getting out for a much needed walk. We were forecast a sunny day, and I had been longing for some sea air, so we took a short drive out to the hamlet of Sandside, which is nestled on the Kent estuary. I parked my car on the side of the road, and we walked the permissive path along the coastline, towards Arnside station. It was a rather windy day, so although the weather was bright and sunny, it was still incredibly cold, so I was glad we'd thought to wrap up well. At the station we used the bridge to cross the tracks, and made our way into Arnside, along the promenade to the small stone pier.


The views from the pier are lovely. Which is just as well, as I will never venture onto the sands here. 
The bay is notorious for it's hidden channels and quicksands, as well as the speed of the incoming tide.

If it hadn't been quite so windy, then we would have treated ourselves at the bakery and sat for a while on one of the benches there. But instead, we took shelter in a small cafe, just across the road from the pier, where I enjoyed a cup of coffee and some very delicious cake. 


On our return, looking up the estuary towards the viaduct, with the Lakeland fells beyond. 


With the wind now behind us, our walk became a little easier. The morning was still quiet, and as we walked along arm in arm, losing ourselves in mindless chatter, I felt as though a huge weight had been lifted. 

Back soon.
J. X




Wednesday, 9 March 2022

March


I didn't really know how I should begin this post. With everything that is going on in the world it seems rather frivolous of me to be writing about the normality of my days. And yet I have found comfort in reading other blogs, so I will persevere, and I'm sure the photographs will speak for themselves. 


March has brought with it some much needed sunshine to these parts. It is as though the grey clouds lifted all at once and spring is finally edging it's way in. Mornings have been bright, but the bitterly cold wind is a sharp reminder that winter is still very much with us.


We've enjoyed some lovely walks. Well wrapped up, of course. And I've been able to get some washing hung out on the line, at last. We continue to have a steady stream of birds to the feeders in the garden and the grass has now benefitted from it's first cut of the year. I just need to turn the soil and then I can make a start on preparing the garden for the warmer months ahead. The lawn, especially, needs a lot of extra care.


It is wonderful to see spring buds in the hedgerows and it won't be long until the daffodils will be out in flower. I might even go and gather some wild garlic from the woods tomorrow. 






At the weekend we took a short walk up Souther Fell, setting off from the small village of Mungrisdale. The fell is a popular launching site for paragliders and we saw around eight in the air while we were there. Unsurprisingly, as the conditions would have been perfect. 
My feet remained firmly on the ground, however. And we enjoyed our walk, followed by a picnic lunch in a small wildlife garden, finishing off our day by sitting outside the village pub with a refreshing drink.

My week began as usual, but now I'm at home, having finally tested positive for covid just yesterday. Time to put my feet up and have a cup of tea, I think. 

J. X  

Sunday, 14 March 2021

'Bother That Cat!'

 


For those of you who are not familiar with the popular children's book, 'Mog the Forgetful Cat,' my post title is a frequently used exclamation of the family's frustrations towards some of Mog's typical cat behaviour.
Even though my Mog did not take her name from this particular book, I have found myself uttering this phrase (and much worse 😁) quite often recently.

Don't get me wrong, Mog is a great cat. The best. I really shouldn't complain. She doesn't climb curtains, damage furniture or jump on the kitchen surfaces. She is incredibly easy going, inexpensive to feed and although she doesn't exactly enjoy the process, she will take her worming tablet every couple of months with very little persuasion required on my part.
She doesn't scratch or bite, is quite used to having her sleep interrupted for a quick cuddle and has an adorable habit of wanting to be very close by while Lily enjoys her bath.

BUT. And it is a big but. For some reason she feels the need to wake me each morning at around 5.30a.m. 

She's been doing this, on and off, for some time now but it is definitely becoming a more regular thing and I don't understand why. Sometimes she will stand next to the bed and miaow! Sometimes she nudges me with the top of her head, or I feel her cold nose against mine and sometimes I even wake to see her just staring right at me! I read online for ideas as to why she does this but the suggestions were that she needs to go out - she has a cat flap, she is hungry - there is always food in her bowl, or that she simply wants company - as soon as I get up she wanders off elsewhere, often straight back upstairs to sleep on the spare bed. So, I am still none the wiser.

One morning this week, however, she woke me at 4.30a.m.!!! 

Now, it's a good job I am a morning person and I do enjoy being able to drink my first coffee of the day in peace and quiet, but still, this was a little too early even for me. Perhaps someone can enlighten me as to why this happens, perhaps this will sort itself out when the clocks go forward in a couple of weeks time, or perhaps I am just destined to be up early every day.

'Bother that cat!' I say. 'Oh, but she's nice!' replies Lily.

J. X

Monday, 8 March 2021

Back into Routine


The house has been unusually quiet. The dining table is no longer hidden beneath books and learning resources, and I was able to enjoy some time all to myself before heading out to work this morning. I'm sure it will take some time to adjust to our new routine but I am relieved to be edging closer to some semblance of normality. Despite Lily's initial reluctance to return to school this morning she was very happy to see her friends again and it is so lovely to see the playground full of children.

I woke early, thanks in part to my 'Mog' alarm clock and also in anticipation of the day ahead. Downstairs, I was greeted by the sweet smell of hyacinths. The bulbs I bought last week have flowered and although they can be a little overpowering I  love how the fresh scent fills the whole house. 

Outside the day has been dark and wet. It's been quite a contrast to the bright sunny days we've enjoyed this last week but it has made the return to school seem slightly easier. I'm pretty sure a warm spring-like day would have resulted in a much greater protest, not from Lily, but from me!





During the week, having finally exhausted our immediate local walks, we went to explore an area, still close by, but which I haven't visited in many years. At the end of a lane and up a steep hill lies an old reservoir, which isn't all that widely known about, even by locals. There is a track which leads right around the water's edge but we were able to extended our walk to include a fell on the far side of the reservoir, which affords views of the hills to the north and east, and also out towards the sea.






The reservoir is surrounded by trees and gorse bushes but the track, still very muddy in parts, was easy to follow and had clearly seen more footfall in more recent years. After passing through a small area of woodland we were soon out on the open fell, able to enjoy the views from the summit before retracing our steps back down towards the water once more.

I am definitely going to miss our afternoon walks now that Lily has returned to school. Somehow any feeling of being overwhelmed by home learning would seemingly fade with every step we took and helped to restore a sense of calm. I have begun to plan for when we are able to travel farther afield again but I'm determined not to overlook the wonderful walks we have close by.


Work has begun in the garden. The paving has been cleaned, and what a difference it has made. It looks so bright now! The bird feeder has been scrubbed, I've weeded the beds and some top soil has been added in anticipation of sowing seeds in the coming weeks. The large planter which I usually use to grow tomatoes has been emptied, ready to be washed and re-painted once the weather improves. It's already a huge improvement and I'm really looking forward to spending lots of time out there again this year.  

J. X