I was looking for a birthday card in the store in Mum’s bureau today and came across this that I had cut out of the paper aeons ago. I love it!
We have a new wheelbarrow!
I have brought the Hyacinths out of the fuse cupboard as they have brilliant root growth, mostly. Now in the light, the tops should develop and I should have Hyacinth flowers for my birthday, New Year’s Eve.
We are very lucky here in Cornwall as the Spring continues to develop but I know that lots of my readers from Atlanta, Georgia to Texas, to Vermont, and the far North of Canada are still in the throes of winter, so for you, here are Pooh Bear and Eeyore discussing the wintery weather.
‘It’s snowing still,’ said Eeyore
2 A friend sent me this yesterday!
Hip replacement!
I am extremely happy with my hip replacement making little strides like walking upstairs properly and going from strength to strength each day. If you’d like to read the Diary of my Hip Replacement, told as it was, click on the link in the horizontal menu at the top or click here
3 This lovely and rather lonely Iris Reticulata was in the gardens at The Princess Pavilions yesterday.
Iris Reticulata
1 What a wonderful ambition! I do love Linus!
2 I find these words of Ann Druyan, Carl Sagan’s wife, incredibly moving.
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me-it still sometimes happens-and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl.
But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance. . . . That pure chance could be so generous and so kind. . . . That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time. . . . That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful. . . . The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful. – Ann Druyan
3 I can’t remember where I found this photograph but all credit to the photographer.
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