The policeman is due in the village this morning to examine the four bronze age burial sites that the farmer uncovered over the weekend. Usually the farmer ploughs the sandy soil on the shore to a depth of 30 centimetres but he's been using a new, heavier, tractor and has been ploughing to a depth of 50 centimetres. This has been enough to unearth these newly discovered graves. The farmer has a meeting with his potato wholesaler in the local market town so I've promised to be around mid-morning to show the policeman the 'evidence'.
The shopping street springing into life. Daffodils brightening up a bike outside the delicatessen. One of the houses on the street by the cathedral has been having a make over. With the building work completed the owner is now turning her attention to the garden and asking neighbours for suggestions of what grows well. A sign has been taped to the front wall and votes ( in black tape ) cast. Lavender and peonies seem to be the clear winners.
In half an hour the students will be up and about and the grass outside chapel will be covered with latte drinking teens. For the time being we have the place to ourselves.
That time of the year when gardens and gardening are foremost in peoples minds. Successful vegetable growing courses in the Botanic Gardens a sure sign that warmer weather is here.
The street that runs down to the library is a conduit for late running students . It is usually best avoided . At this time of the morning it's deserted. What a pretty little street it is.
We stop off at the butchers for some steak. We've cut down red meat to once or twice a month. We'd thought, when living in France, that French beef was the best. Now we're back in Scotland we'd have to say that our local steak has the edge. A sheepdog waits, impatiently, on the street outside.
A sign on a door says ' This is not a door'. It clearly is a door. The sign should really say ' This door is not in use '. I wonder how long it will be before someone from the Metaphysics department posts a rebuttal ?
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An interesting and creative approach to deciding what to plant one's garden, although it might be simpler just to look around the neighbourhood and see what seems to be doing well!
It would depend upon how big the garden is. Agree with Gail - better to see what grow well locally.
They sell Angus steak in the local supermarkets here - sadly we no longer have any specialist butchers or fishmongers.
The decorated bicycle is a heartwarming sight.
The vegetable growing course seems quite expensive.
I'm always in favor of peonies, but I'm surprised that daffodils are getting such short shrift. Maybe it's just the season where everyone's had enough of daffodils till next year? My husband is currently trying to grow sudachi, a special Japanese citrus. The seedlings lined up on our kitchen window sill are doing well, but he was disappointed to realize he is unlikely to be able to harvest any fruit for another ten years. Another reason to live healthily now.
Is there ever a time when a door, is not a door? I bet someone has written a paper on that for one journal or another.
What a fun idea to get some neighbor participation for planning a garden. People are now interested and will look forward to seeing the blooms.
What a lovely sunny morning. Good luck handling your "cold case."
The flower festooned bicycle is a delight.
When is a door not a door? When it's ajar!🤣
(Groans here)
Thanks for the article on Wellington and housing density - very interesting. They certainly need to encourage inner-city residents as the housing availability for students and renters has been terrible and prices skyrocketed to buy anything. I had a friend who purchased a boat for his son to live on in the town basin area while at Uni...
The density has been increasing here in Christchurch post-earthquake with many densely packed townhouses appearing to replace the traditional character villas, None are six storeys though as we have earthquakes - something Wellington might also have to consider!
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