Wednesday 8th April - Spy Wednesday

In Holy Week, I have discovered, all the days have names.

Fig Monday - because Jesus cursed a fig tree
Temple Tuesday - because Jesus overturned the tables in the temple at Jerusalem
Spy Wednesday - because Judas went to arrange the betrayal of Jesus to the High Priests
Maundy Thursday - because Jesus gave his disciples a new commandment - mandate

These names come from the Bible reading for each day in the old Lecionary.

and then it's Good Friday, Black Saturday and Easter Sunday

I'm finding this a far more reflective time that usual - I guess there's more time, and indeed more, to reflect upon than usual. There's no scurry to buy Easter eggs, no arrangements to make for a special family Easter meal, no creating a menu, buying the food etc.

Bank holiday Monday has no special meaning this year for me.I'm rather enjoying the change.

Today I spent several hours drawing an Easter card for a friend, so that another friend could deliver it this afternoon. I've also, no what have I alsodone? Read a bit, done some other drawing, read a bit more, watered half the garden (He watered the rest) and made lunch and supper to give Him a break.

We have decided to try and arrange deliveries for all food now; a third letter arrived from a hospital instructing me to batten down the hatches for 12 weeks (I go to three different clinics, and each one has written to me). That was the final straw; He has been getting increasingly twitchy aboutthe risks associated with going to the supermarket, even though they are making great efforts to protect staff and customers, so we have drawn a line under that activity. I'm hoping to be able to arrange a fruit and veg box delivery, and the milkman still comes, and the freezer is full of portions of meat so we should be fine.

I promised to post pictures of the garden for the Daughter;

The lilac has huge buds now

The sauerkraut I started last weekend is looking promising - couple more days to go before it is ready

The cree has come up - I've just taken it out of its bag.

   
I'm planning to put the naturtiums seeds in tomorrow, hoping they will climb all over the fence..

Monday 23rd March - A Very Good Excuse

I now have the perfect excuse for staying at home all day; this covid-19 business has reached the point where that looks like being the best approach to take.

So, no more gallivanting and gadding about. I'm not that bothered at the moment; ask me again in 12 weeks time...

Himself goes out on infrequent foraging trips, hunting down a carton of  eggs, or some vegetables...

" Stealthily, the hunter approaches the target area, surveying the terrain. Can he slip in, acquire the swag, defeat the self-serve tills and make his getaway before he is forced to interract with any other person? 

Yet agan he returns victorious, lugging a box of cat food, a cabbage, an apple crumble and carton of cat food and even the eggs."

I have created a random samle list of things that I could do

 

from which I might make a selection for the day, and then add other things as they occur, and then colour them in if they get done. If they didn't get done - oh well, tomorrow is another day.
(I should reassure you by explaining that 'have a bath' only got written down for Saturday because I had just had a bath, and that way I could colour it in straight away. We have continued to maintain a high standard of personal hygiene.)

I'm a bit emabarrassed by the state of this plant - a friend gave it to me last week, and I forgot to water it yesterday. I left it in a tray of water all afternoon, and then planted it with some other primulas to keep it company. It has perked up quite a lot - I shall report on its progress tomorrow. Or whenever.

I was out in the garden, ostensibly to get some more earth out of the bottom of our compost bin. That didn't happen - I was distracted by trying to rearrange the various tubs and trivia which were unarranged all round the vegetable area. This entailed moving heavy earth filled tubs arround, and other tubs which had filled with water, and scooping up an accumulation of soil and weeds, and even sorting out the shed! It was one of those 'one thing leads to another' afternoon, and nothing seemed to lead to excavating the compost bin or planting any seeds.

Lovely lovely internet - I have ordered cress seeds to send to the isolating offspring, and some tomato seeds which apparently entails buying marigolds and basil to keep the pests away. And nasturtiums because - I forget why. I think I just liked the look of the packet.

As far as I know everyone is well at the moment. Long may that last...

Boris Johnson is just about to address the nation so I will watch and listen now for as long as I can stand. 

Oh my. That's about the most sensible and sane he has ever appeared on tv.