As my life speed has slowed down to a crawl, I do try to keep up the creative spirit in little fits and starts.
Georgian
Sometimes I worry I’ll end up like one of those ladies in 19th century romantic novels who just sit by the window doing needlework all day and faint whenever they get flustered.
Between the ears
“You can see what man made from the seat of an automobile, but the best way to see what God made is from the back of a horseâ
In between not feeling so good this summer and again pretty crummy since last week, I had made the decision it was time to get fitter again after three years of doing nearly nothing. Well, the decision has been longer in development as such, but apparently it was time. Really really. Apart from the new problems, my back is killing me slowly, so I just have to find ways to make it stronger.
So I brushed off my boots, tack and the oldest brown pony (21) and got on. We had some absolutely beautiful, still, sunny days, perfect motivation to get started when you live in a wind tunnel.
Inspirations 7
Some of these links I’ve stolen from various blog friends, so you may recognize them. The rest of you, I hope you enjoy! The third one had me in stitches…
Little green wonders: Potatoes
Just a promised update on those baking potatoes that I threw in the manure/compost no-dig beds and which have produced such and abundance of leaves over the summer, no water, no care at all.