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Day 15

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Writing 2026

We were back with mild weather again this morning when Lydia and I had our woodland walk.

She tried a couple of times to remove the bridle and I persisted with a firm “No” each time. I also made her look me in the eye and we held eye contact so she knew I meant it. And for most of the time we had a good walk. I rewarded her for the positives, as usual.

I did a short meditation before taking her out and a longer one after breakfast, followed by the Liberating Prayer.

Though still struggling with some significant aspects of my mental health, I can feel a change happening internally, as if a lot of tension is being released. I know I’ll keep having to work at it, but it’s encouraging. I also slept well last night after going to bed early and being prepared to just lie there until I dropped off.

Later I planted up a hanging basket and trough with the plants I bought yesterday and they do look so much better than they did before, with a bit of winter colour and foliage. I also swept and tidied the front yard, put some boxes in the garage, did a tip run and I’ll be going to Qigong soon.

Trev has been to a couple of estate agents so we’re moving along.

Day 14

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Writing 2026

Waking to snow, I had a lie in until around 10.30 by which time the snow had started to melt so I was able to drive out to a quiet spot with Lydia.

We had a short walk as it was still cold and I was tired. On the way back I stopped at a garden centre to buy some plants and liners for the hanging basket and trough at the front of the house. I’ll plant them up another day. This is one of the few remaining things I need to do before the house goes up for sale. The front door needs a patch-up of paint but I’ll wait till its warmer to do that.

This afternoon, after a rest followed by prayers and meditation, I’ve changed the bed sheets, tidied the kitchen and loaded up the dishwasher.

It’s amazing what a difference it makes having clean bed sheets and the kitchen was an easy tidy today.

Day 10

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Continuing the story of Lydia and Me

All planted up, ready for the Show on Sunday

I’m steadily getting ready to put some of my ceramic work up for sale at the Aldborough & Boroughbridge Show on Sunday.  It’s taking place at Newby Hall near Ripon, so a fabulous venue, and should be a good day.

This morning, I had a lovely time outside, planting up some pots to enhance my display.

I’ve bought a few embellishments – hearts, butterflies, dragonflies – to add further interest.

I enjoy setting up a stand for a day. It’s good to meet different people: talk about pots; talk about the weather. It’s good to get sales too, of course!

After planting up my pots, I did some weeding in the garden.  Lydia helped me, just by being there.  I told her she was helping me and she went on to prove it even further, by doing some digging. Lydia does her digging and I do my weeding.  I’m hoping we’ll have more garden time together over the summer, just doing what we feel like doing.

 

The Pebble, the Picture and the Plant

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First published 26 May 2020

Perfectly placed on a shelf, they appear to have arrived where they were always meant to be, the pebble, the picture and the plant. Which is odd really because pebbles are meant for beaches and pictures for art galleries or walls; plants can be anywhere that nature calls.

I’ve no idea where the plant came from apart from the supermarket where I picked it up. Or did it pick up me, with its green and white simplicity?

The plant is now closely proximal to the pebble and the picture, in a ceramic pot.

Three things together that I like a lot.

2020

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The Pebble, the Picture and the Plant

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Perfectly placed on a shelf, they appear to have arrived where they were always meant to be, the pebble, the picture and the plant. Which is odd really because pebbles are meant for beaches and pictures for art galleries or walls; plants can be anywhere that nature calls.

I’ve no idea where the plant came from apart from the supermarket where I picked it up. Or did it pick up me, with it’s green and white simplicity?

The plant is now closely proximal to the pebble and the picture, in a ceramic pot.

Three things together that I like a lot.

2020