And the love goes on …

I hope everyone had a Happy Valentine’s Day yesterday.

My Special Person and I exchanged cards but otherwise treated 14 February like any other day. Even when we are Rich, I don’t think we’ll be buying each other expensive gifts or indulging in lavish wining and dining just because it’s Valentine’s Day.

After all, what token or gesture could be more romantic than the fact that we’re still together after nearly 40 years?

(Mind you, I’m expecting something a bit special for our Ruby Wedding Anniversary!)

How romantic was it for you?   

A Cold and Frosty Morning

 

Some wintry weather here – at last! I’m not looking forward to the snow that the forecasters say will arrive in this part of the world tonight, but I do enjoy frosty nights followed by sunny days. As I rushed out early to get some wintry landscape photos before the frost started to melt, I found myself singing the old nursery rhyme:

Here we go round the mulberry bush,

The mulberry bush, the mulberry bush.

Here we go round the mulberry bush,

On a cold and frosty morning.

So that’s something I need to add to the garden I’m going to have When I am Rich – a mulberry bush. Or why not make it a tree? I’m told that the black mulberry is the best variety to grow for its fruit and it should reach about 50 feet when it’s mature. I’ll need to reserve plenty of space for it.

Season's Greetings

I’m off for my Christmas break now.

Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays,

and may your New Year be filled with all those wonderful riches money can’t buy.

Winter rainbow

We’ve had a frost here – at last! So it’s time to get out the winter coats, boots, gloves, scarves and …

 hmmm ...

  this is last year’s woolly hat

 

It’s very warm and practical but not exactly the height of fashion.

Brainwave!

A new hat and a guarantee that I’ll be under a rainbow wherever I go!   

Incommunicado

My mobile phone has stopped working. I think it died of old age. Should I send it for recycling, donate it to a museum or keep it until it becomes a highly desirable collector’s item?

And what about a replacement? I suppose I should consider getting one of those all-singing, all-dancing smart phones that practically live your life for you. But as I only want a mobile to use in case of emergencies when I’m away from home (not for checking emails, listening to music, playing games or taking photos) it seems a waste of all that technology.

When I am Rich I could buy what is advertised as the world’s most expensive phone. It’s certainly pretty – encased in rose gold and diamonds – but I wonder if the five million pound price tag includes a guarantee that it can always pick up a good signal?

I’ve got a better idea …

I’ll just make do with my landline but I’ll employ someone to answer all those annoying junk calls about changing my energy supplier, ‘free’ home improvements and claiming compensation for an accident I never had!

 

Sitting comfortably

When I am Rich I’ll want to put some seats in my garden, and a table for alfresco dining would be useful, but I don’t think I’ll be buying any furniture from the posh garden centre I visited the other day. A table and six chairs for almost £5,000? Another set reduced to a mere £3,500?  It wasn’t just the price tags that made me shake my head – I didn’t like the designs or the fact that they were mostly made of metal, glass and various types of plastic. Not quite the thing to fit in with my wildlife-friendly eco garden. 

When the time is right I’ll search out some good, solid, handmade wooden furniture like this. It’ll look good, last for ages and I’ll have plenty of money left over for more plants!

In the meantime, I’m very comfortable in this. (It’s also the only piece of garden furniture I can squeeze into my tiny garden!)

I was making the most of the unusually warm October weather here at the beginning of the week. Still sunny today but a cold wind blowing.

A-tishoo!

When I am Rich I will still live in the countryside, but not in the part of our green and pleasant land where I am now. I love having trees, grass and wild plants of all kinds as my neighbours. I have no problem with fields of wheat, barley, potatoes, beans, cabbages, turnips or other vegetables. Orchards would be a delight! But I don’t want to be in a place where I can see this from my window:

                                             

                                                A-tishoo!

                                   Oh, what is that honeyed fragrance  

that wafts on the summer breeze?   

‘Tis surely the scent of ambrosia      

that gods sup while taking their ease.

Is it the breath of sweet roses,

or lilies both costly and rare?

Does it drift from the north or the south,

this perfume that fills all the air?

I must find the source of this wonder,

so I follow my nose down the lane.

And there, like a giant’s spilled treasure,

is a shimmering, bright yellow plain.

I gaze at the dazzle of flowers

till my eyes and my nose start to stream.

Oh, no! Dreaded oilseed rape!
                                   Where’s my anti-histamine?