A grotty day.
I have been putting off and then putting off again, ad infinitum, the miserable task of going through my photos to slim them down. I take so many and want to keep very few. Apart from taking up too much space on my Hard Drive, most of them just need to go.
One of the reasons I have been procrastinating was because it would involve Missy’s short life. And the other was Her Maj. Still with us, but only just and it is breaking my heart.
So I gave myself a good talking to, found a bottle of Rescue Remedy and set myself the task over the next few days of sitting at my computer going through over a year’s worth of photos, deciding what to keep and what not to knowing that when BeAnne goes, I will never do this.
The Rescue Remedy is down to the last dregs and I will admit there have been many tears. In fact I am struggling to type this without crying.
When it was all too much (this was after lunch) and I needed a change of scenery, I took myself off for a walk. Suddenly I had a little friend – Harold. He had squozed himself under the gate, much to his mother’s horror, and happily walked with me for about 1/2 an hour. I turned for home when we had gone up the road a bit, and I reckoned he should go back to his Mum (though he would’ve kept going).
Anyway, here are a few photos from around and about – more diversions. Any excuse.
4 a.m. the other morning.
My first orchid.
Clothie – you can see how I am currently feeling.
Squill by the roadside. I hope the Council don’t start mowing.
Efstur. Like Harold, always there!