15 Jun 2025

15.06.2025 Bling, by any other light.

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  Sunday 15th 59F/15C [8.00] Overcast with showers possible. Including thunder and cloudbursts. A high of 22C/71F after lunch. The wind has dropped.

 Up at 6.45 after a quiet night. Late to bed at 11.30. 

 8.25-45 A short walk. Very mild with a gentle breeze. 

 I have clipped the hedges along the drive. Mowed both sides and the middle of the drive. Then strimmed the edges. Before mowing the western lawn between the heaps of junk. Finally I raked the edges of the drive. To remove the hedge clippings and weeds.  

Meanwhile my guest is sorting out the glass in the kitchen cabinets. Giving them all a wash and polishing the glass doors and shelves. I had found a lot more Finnish glass upstairs. After she had arranged the first cabinet in the living room. Now six months ago. 

 We need to find space for my wife's glass and china collection of fruit and veg. To be housed in one of the kitchen display cabinets. So my rough and ready, original arrangement of the glass ornaments. Had to be thinned down to only one cabinet. Mostly by removing the white glass. Not all of which responds to the LED lights. Or where there were duplicates. 

 My initial picture has caught reflections of the light from the windows. So I shall take another from a different angle. Or wait until the daylight fades.  

 15.30 We have returned from a short outing to a local flea market. Where I delivered three, Cambridge Recorder thermographs and bought three, large, blue, glazed pots. For the plants outside the door. It is finally starting to rain as forecast. Heavily!

 7.40 Another satisfying meal. I fried chicken, brown mushrooms and yesterday's boiled potato excess. With oregano and peas. Helped down, yet again, by more, organic red wine. Eaten at the antique scrubbed pine table. With a clear view to the northern boundary. While perched on our bodger's elm chairs. The meal might [almost] have been improved by Bisto gravy but it proved unnecessary. The chicken was juicy perfection. Even if do I say it myself. 

 20.47 A very nervous, young male deer has just come down the drive and wandered around the gravel patch. Before finally going over the back to the north and the back fields.

 

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