Thursday, 10 March 2011

Alliums and Angry Birds

Just as Spring casts a promising nod in the direction of my garden it appears that once more other “things” emerge from their hiding places, becoming priorities, scuppering plans I had already made or embarked upon.  One day I will hope to take much enjoyment from actually completing a task as opposed to continually battling with it whilst being gazumped by other necessities all the while.  Suffice to say that right now the vegetable beds aren’t ready, the chickens have been at war, a back garden overhaul has not happened and I’m behind on my writing and various other blogging commitments.  Oh, well!

So far today two gigantic pieces of incredibly dense and sugary Victoria sandwich, which would ordinarily be enough to put most people in to a diabetic coma, a beautifully rich pot of tea and a terrible episode of ‘You’ve Been Framed’, have not quite worked their magic to lift the spirits at all.  I’m sure this will pass like most moods but I have an incredible need to get going and work on the things that are important to me.  Yet despite all of this my mind is elsewhere as if I’m in a deep and heavy fog.  On many levels it is the things out of my control that continually add to this feeling.  I’m in a transition in my work life, which is incredibly positive for me, yet it is also incredibly restricting right now and in about a month or so I will be going part-time to concentrate more on writing and other bits and bobs that I need to attend to.  Right now it feels like a long way away and it’s holding me back.   I need the time now – not then. 

Alliums and angry birds are just two examples in a very long list of things that simply point out this lack of time, lack of means and general inability to get things done as well as I would like.  The Alliums I started to dry at the end of last year just ended up rotting away nicely on my garden table.  I had set them aside to create a mixture of Christmas decorations, dry flower displays and to obviously save the seed.  None of this happened but although not a terrible disaster it just adds to the list of nearly complete tasks that seem to follow me and compounds my general dissatisfaction.  The self sown Allium seedlings (pictured above) are a result of the resting seed heads and act as a messy reminder.  Despite not actually being a garden problem they act as an irritant to my otherwise organised brain and add another job to the list of things to do.

Angry birds on the other hand, and no I’m not referring to the game I’m often found playing when bored, refers to my chickens who have not taken at all well to their new flock-mates.  In fact, I have been on a steep learning curve in to the violent and often barbaric nature of these otherwise perceived peaceful and friendly creatures.  It appears that on top of their propensity for violence my original girls are both racist to the core and intolerant to any form of diversity on their patch.  Both white birds and birds with fluffy heads are most certainly figures of hate, taking the brunt of their prejudice, and they have not taken a blind bit of notice to my equality and diversity talk.  Despite this Sophia LaHen, one of my younger newcomers, named by the Twitter clan, has been accepted in to the newly formed flock and is laying beautiful porcelain white eggs. 

Things can only get better from here on in.


  1. Life is always difficult when you are on the cusp of sumthing great!

  2. I have a similar problem with time; the great intentions and enthusiasm followed by the frustration and disappointment of not being able to get everything done! It never used to be like it a sign we're just getting older?! My motto...just keep chipping away, you'll get there in the end! S x

  3. Very well put! We are all too busy!

  4. Sorry to hear that your hens are misbehaving. We'll be adding a new chick to our little group in a year or so and we're feeling nervous about it.
    Just so you know, we're behind in our gardening also, the veg garden is still covered with things that need to be sent to the compost pile and we SHOULD have planted our potatoes and peas by now.


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