1st September 2025
It’s Labour Day over here, the official end of summer, and it sucks. The summer was a slow start that became savage, so much so that it was difficult to be outside, the AC bills were high, and people complained about it. Imagine complaining because it’s hot, in five months time the same will complain that it’s flipping cold, you can’t win.
I will miss the warmth, working outside is great, I can hear the birds, watch the cars on south shore, and see the people walking their dogs.
Hopefully there will still be a reasonable amount of sun left to enjoy.
However today I am a little sad because about now I usually start to plan my visit back to the UK, but not this time. I’ve decided not to travel because I have so much outside work that I want to do here that I can’t afford the time. There are trees that have to be trimmed, new fences to be built and big changes to the garden that I want to do before the cold weather arrives.
I hope to return in March, and then get back to my regular routine.
I had a visit from my friend Chris who I used to do a lot of recording with. He moved away ten years ago, and although we kept in touch, he recently mentioned that he wanted us to work together again, so he visited to talk it through.
For me it would be fun, but a bit daunting because I’ve probably forgotten everything, so I need to reacquaint myself with the software.
We are coming to the end of our twelve hour documentary, and it’s been an experience.
All I can say is, history, like the joke about nostalgia, it isn’t what it used to be.
Frogs are very important in our household, there are frog ornaments all over the place. In pride of place is the pond where, recently we were given frogs to populate it. Every morning there is a pilgrimage to see how many are visible. There is excitement if we hear a plop, but even more if there is one chilling on a rock.
There was excitement yesterday when Kelli rushed in breathless saying that water was gone from the pond. Both myself and Chris rushed out, and sure enough the level was really low.
Somehow it had happened over quite a short duration of time, so I wasn’t convinced there was a leak, but the priority was to refill the pond with the stored water we had. That wasn’t easy, but I rigged up a pump and used it to fill watering cans that were then dumped into the pond.
Poor Chris was standing watching us madly trying to fill the pond to save the frogs.
Most of the water in the barrels was gone, but the level in the pond was stable, I believed that the fountain had tilted and shot the water out into the surrounding ground.
We checked it periodically, and there was not any drop in level, so panic over, no frogs were harmed in the writing of this blog.
Another Lifetime to go 