Thursday, 26 February 2009

New Moon


Yesterday was the beginning of the New Moon which means that the whole surface of the moon is in darkness. The moon surface that we see will continue to grow until it reaches a full moon. This process is called a Waxing Moon. I love this time of the month because it is a time when I concentrate on manifesting wonderful new goodness in my life. It is the time of month for new beginnings, love, romance, good health and job hunting. I think of beginnings, birth, emergence, and clarity. It is the time in the cycle of the month that I concentrate on taking new actions. The new moon is for starting new ventures, new beginnings.
It’s so easy this time of year because the ewes are in lamb, the birds are singing, staking out their territory, and spring flowers are starting to bloom. It is a precious bonus that I am honoured to experience and cherish deeply. This life that I have been given on the earth is so full of beauty and hope. I only need to be quiet and centred to bring it to full realisation. I pray that I will always be aware and grateful of the changing cycles of the earth.

Thursday, 19 February 2009

Thirty Eggs





There are times that I get myself into a pickle by the most innocent of actions. Today I saw a sign next to a pretty little house in the country saying, “Fresh Eggs £1 for half dozen”. In an instant, I pulled into the drive with visions of a lovely discussion about hens and possibly seeing hers too and coming away with fresh local hens eggs from someone’s garden. I smiled to myself and got out of the car. After knocking on the door a little boy around five years old stuck his head out of the his living room window next door and told me that everyone used the back door and that was where the eggs were. So off I tootled to the back door feeling a bit intrusive. There was a big box with the eggs in it and a sign saying to put the money in the mailbox and to help myself. It was then that I discovered that I only had a fiver. I felt even more guilty sticking my hand in the mailbox feeling for change. But I did. Wouldn’t you know . . .no change. I was the first customer. So there I was, hauling thirty eggs back to the car. THIRTY EGGS!
So tonight we had quiche and I think there’s going to be some eggy bread for breakfast this weekend. Any other ideas, please feel free to tell me!

Sunday, 15 February 2009

The Perils of Brilliance


All this fluff and bother over a few chickens! They aren’t even arriving for another two months! Aaaaahhhhh! This morning Edwin and I got into a “discussion” over their home again. We have a lovely, but small, integrated house and run for them. I think the space in the run needs doubled. Edwin has been inspired to think of a diabolical alternative. Brilliant, but twisted. The man just can’t be asked to add a simple run onto what we have now. As much as it grieves me to admit it, his weird idea is wonderful, if not slightly flawed.

We have one of those small garages in our back garden that was built only because the government at one point deemed that every house here needed a garage. The driveway leading to it past the garden gate is so narrow that one could possibly squeeze a Mini in there with a lot of finesse. It has one of those pop-up doors that has home-made concrete blocks as ballasts. You can see what’s coming, can’t you?

Ah yes, it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up when he cocked his head sideways and said, “I’ve been thinking” as he gazed out at the garage. All of us that raise a few hens as pets would like to have them as free range as possible during the day. And on this point, Edwin and I are in complete agreement. So when he suggested that we just “open the garage door during the day”, I immediately wondered where this was going. I swear I could hear the theme tune from Jaws in the background!

So now the chickens will be let out when we get up in the morning (from their lovely little integrated home with all the luxuries they could possibly ask for), into the small back garden. The garage door will be put up and they will have that also to roam around in if it rains, gets too hot, or they just get bored. Now I’ve been reading non-stop about raising chickens and I can just predict that those birds will make a beeline for that garage and lay their eggs in there, poo everywhere and not want to leave to go back to their luxury flat. I can see it coming. Oh yes.
And then the ultimate toad escaped my mouth. “I can cut down that big box I brought home from work and put some bedding in it, in case one of them wants to lay an egg in the garage.” Did I just say that? The diabolical light brightened in my husband’s eyes and he added, “Yes, sweetie, and I was thinking about that one ladder I have out there. They would love climbing on it.” I picked up on the energy and away we went. Planning and scheming together, thoughts clicking and synchronising, and before I knew it, the luxury digs would be used in the winter only and for sick or broody hens. The garage will be turned into the chicken house. No thoughts of rats, poo, bedding, mind you, we did discuss the red mites though and the lack of them as there wouldn’t be any wood, etc. for them to hide up in.

What my brilliant husband hasn’t realised is the reason why I suddenly spit out that toad and was totally on board with him . I can have a helluva lot more chickens in the garage that in that luxury flat! Deary me, he left himself wide open for that one. I think when we go to pick up the chickens I better take an extra transport box . One never knows!

Tuesday, 10 February 2009

Free and Easy



I would never trade my husband, my mundane life, or my small loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become kinder to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own best friend. I don't belittle myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement garden gnome that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde in my garden. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be a bit extravagant once in a while.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 1 AM and sleep until 10? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 &70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can one's heart not break when one loses a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when a beloved pet passes on? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have seldom laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As I get older, it is easier to be positive. I care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore.
I've even earned the right to be wrong.

I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).





Sunday, 8 February 2009

Of Chaos and Serenity



Sometimes a glass is half full or half empty, but there are those occasions that it is shaken! That's my life right now. I bought a little pot of purple hyacinths for £2.50 at B&Q last week and they decided to be in full bloom over the weekend. I so needed to be able to smell their fragrance and know that spring is truly on its way. The scent reminds me of long ago trips to Phipps Conservatory back when I was a little girl on Easter morning. It was a huge place with banana trees and rooms full of exotic plants, but at Easter, it had an extraordinary display of spring flowers all set in real life displays complete with waterfalls, ponds and even a mill wheel. As soon as we would trudge through the snow in our Easter finery into the heavy heat of the building the scent of Spring would hit. That hyacinth in my kitchen just does that for me now.


That said, our cooker of only three years made a spectacular exit from this mortal coil on Friday night. I opened the oven door to pop in some chips and BANG! FLASH! ZZZZZZZZ! Silence. So now it is sitting there taking up space and totally useless. It blew every fuse it was connected to in one way or another and in fact fried them. We pulled the beast out and found that there is a gas connection behind it. AHA! As soon as Edwin gets paid we are going to have a gas fitter come in and sort that out and then we are buying a gas cooker. I believe they run for ever and a day. Live and learn.

Today we went down to Iceland and bought a bunch of frozen microwave food. Never a dull moment. And still, the hyacinth fills the house with that beautiful scent. Yes indeed, this glass has definitely been shaken.