Wafting

I decided that making a cheese is perfectly acceptable during a holiday at home. So a Farmhouse Blue is underway.

Part of the joy of allowing myself a break from the garden is that I am not moving from one task to the next and consulting my list on a regular basis. 

Today I am unfettered from the to-do list. My mind thus freed, it has been ranging far and near.

I have been soaking up good thoughts about the (newly altered) position of the new kitchen cabin. 

I have been pondering on the importance of a dog for my contentment. Not any old dog of course. Bean helped me with that line of thought as she barked at a passer-by with her deep and reassuringly fierce-sounding voice (whilst wagging furiously).

I reminisced about time spent with my brothers and considered again how I feel about probably never seeing them in the flesh again. 

Bill died in 2023. Brothers #1 and #2 are both unlikely to feel able to travel this far due to health issues. I can't afford to travel to the UK; and even if I had the money I feel very uncomfortable about the environmental impact of flying (I haven't been in a plane since 2015).

Video calls make it bearable.

I let my mind drift over the news and realised that the hoopla of Alaska is just another scene in a ridiculous performance which I have no desire to watch. So I turned my back.

I spent a long while gazing at the clouds this morning as they whisped and wafted overhead, wondering about their formation, their design, their beauty.

Bean supervised, and ensured that meals were eaten and walks taken.

A day for thankfulness.