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Date: 31 October 2004 14:35:46
Yesterday we planted winter pansies - digging up all the old dead stuff from the summer and sticking them in over the top (used our own compost from our compost bin, too, which made us feel like we were really living the good life). I love winter pansies. They are colourful when everything else can't be bothered, and everyone else thinks they are a bit naff. Maybe they just have too much in common with my clothes
They (the pansies, not my clothes) remind me of poem which I can't find on the interweb (and I'm working on this sunny sunday so I won't be able to look it up at home) It's by Ted Hughes (I think) and called New Year's Song. It talks about winter flowers as "such a too much of a gift for such a mean time". I know what he means - but it's so wonderful to see the pansies in the sunshine, and know that they will still be flowering when everything else dies back.
I'm sad to miss church this morning. I whinge about it so much, but the other day someone said to me that they knew our church must be really special because of the support we both give and get from it and the way we talk about the people who are there. Made me appreciate what we have - not everyone has a church family as loving as ours - they give us the resources to take what we need so we can give what we can (if that makes any sense).
The cat ruined our extra hour in bed this morning. I guess he can't tell the time, poor lamb, but there was NO need for him to be quite so vocal about his breakfast. He could have waited.