Indoors, so cobwebs, writing, and trousers assembled.

Been out in Veg Plots 1 & 2 this morning. Avoided Veg Plot 3. Did not even look at it. Knew it to be beyond help at the moment. But the other two  veg plots were do-able, so I took my scythe and the dog and we did an hour's worth of scything, taking the heads off anything which was growing, including some wild chamomile and poppies. I did say sorry to them, but there were thistles and other nasties staring to sprout up amongst them, so all had to be cut.

I did about a third of each of these plots. I avoided going out into the Front Garden as I have become defeated by the overwhelming amount of thick, head high grass, all soaking wet from the continual bouts of rain we are having. I am trying not to look at the piles of newly cut wood, supposed to be drying for use as next winter's fuel, but now soaking wet and becoming overgrown with a wild rampant creeper. It was supposed to be simple job to stack that wood over the remains of  last winter's log pile, but that log pile, too, is swiftly becoming overgrown with the creeper, which is everywhere, and growing so swiftly that if I took the time to watch I would see it grow. 

However....... it is just as it is, and I must not be downcast about this most unusual pattern of weather we are having at the moment. No use in moaning about not being able to get outside to do things, because it is beyond my control, so what I have been doing is utilizing this time to:

- continue on with the endless battle to get the cobwebs removed, as made by the huge population of house spiders we have in residence. We have wooden ceilings and lime plastered walls, which makes it easy for these little spiders to make good sized cobwebs. I don't like taking life, but if I did not despatch these little insects into insect heaven we would have cobwebs everywhere, and I mean everywhere. 

- stop looking at YouTube and Facebook, but to concentrate on re-engaging with my writing projects, and there are a lot of them. This is good for me as it exercises my mind in a positive way. Not sure if I shall ever get published, but it does not matter, engaging with the word flows is enough.

- get back to my dressmaking. I have been making myself a pair of trousers which I shall wear to my meditation group. Everyone sits on the floor, but a couple of us sit on chairs. Recently I have been blessed with the urge to sit on the floor as well. I know not why, but it is quite as urge. And two weeks ago I did respond to that urge, but only on to my knees. The last section of the meditation evening requires us all to move into a circle in the middle of the group and to and join hands, which is easy for those already sitting on the floor because all they need to do is shuffle into position on the bums. But I have to stand up, turn round, and lift the chair I am sitting on into position. So..... on this particular evening I felt motivated to have a go at getting down on the floor, but not all the way as I was concerned in case I was not able to get up again, so I compromised by going down  on to my knees, which was halfway. I felt quite impressed with myself. However, how to get up again...... so I went on all fours and moved myself backwards out of the circle like a reversing truck, then asked for assistance to get upright again. My efforts were rewarded by claps and cheers from the others. I did a curtsey to show my thanks. I was wearing a skirt, so this I could do. But it came into my mind that perhaps a skirt was not appropriate wear for anything to do with getting up and down from the floor, so trousers need to be made to protect my modesty.

Ah, the sun is out, so methinks I shall have a go at getting the raised beds cleared of anything which should not be there because I am thinking of buying some veg seedlings to put in them. The veg plots are staying unplanted this year, but will be receiving lots of manure and rotted green stuff ready for next year.

Bye for now,

Vx