The first freesia has burst into bloom, clivia flowers are straining to escape from between the tight grip of their strappy leaves and white daisies are in profusion at the sides of the road. Amidst all these signs of spring, real winter still has us in its grip. The seas, they promised, would be mountainous, with swells of 8-9 metres, and while this may be true, strangely enough the shorebreak is just an untidy jumble of big breakers, far less spectacular than the individual waves which pounded us last week. Perhaps it is the waxing gibbous moon that is holding back extreme ebb and flow - thank goodness for that. I haven't seen a sea louse, so that bodes well.
The cold weather makes me go to bed very early in the evenings - it's so much cosier under three duvets with a hot bean bag on your feet than watching tennis on the couch in a cold lounge. We stopped using the fireplace years ago, when we had a couple of winters that just weren't cold enough and then the inevitable happened - rust! The chimney flue has disintegrated and if we made a fire now, the whole house would be filled with smoke and soot, so we will be removing it and filling in the hole in the roof. I have no idea how, but that will be left to He Who Can Fix Anything! He thinks it will be an easy job, but I doubt it. I have thought of putting in one of those bubble skylights, but in a house as bright and sunny as ours, that would look just plain stupid. Whatever we do, it had better not leak!
Last weekend I fed the garden liberally with manure pellets in anticipation of a rainy week, and so that garden chore is done for the next few months. I hope the desired results will come to fruition and we'll have a few splashes of colour in the garden soon,
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