Collige, virgo, rosas, dum flos novus et nova pubes, et memor esto aevum sic properare tuum Gather, girl, roses while the flower is fresh and fresh is youth,remembering that your own time is hurrying on. Ausonius (c. 310–395) I’m back. My desk has been restored, my muse has returned from her vacation, the equinox gales
No I’m still here, enjoying the glorious weather on the Hebridean riviera, cosseting our holiday cottage visitors, planting bulbs and seeds, harvesting and preserving enough for a winter of apocalyptic proportions, and masquerading as a domestic goddess. Oh and in my spare time I’m general factotum, galley slave and supplier of tea and cakes. Nothing
This summer we have had some particularly warm and calm days. On afternoons when it was too hot to garden, seeking just a zephyr of a breeze, I spent my time exploring the pools and rocky shore of the headland. I can devote hours to watching the movement of the seaweeds in the clear water
