
#SilentSunday

#SilentSunday

Walk round Ardinning this afternoon. Cuckoos calling. Willow warblers & ravens heard. Corn bunting & stonechats seen & heard. Warm & breezy plenty of butterflies, mostly Orange Tips & Green-Veined whites, a Painted Lady. A few small red damselflies didn’t stay still although one landed on D’s hat.
Read: An Artist of the Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro ★★★★★ 📚
But as for the likes of us, Ono, our contribution was always marginal. No one cares now what the likes of you and me once did. They look at us and see only two old men with their sticks.’ He smiled at me, then went on feeding the fish. ‘We’re the only ones who care now. The likes of you and me, Ono, when we look back over our lives and see they were flawed, we’re the only ones who care now.’
Hazy recall, guilt, regret, memory, aging. The book itself floats, a little sadly, with some troubling feelings. Super.
Read: Clown Town by Mick Heron ★★★★ 📚
Familiar world & characters with some interesting developments. A nice surprise at the end. I am surprised at how the series continues to be enjoyable & pleased the author has not needed to make things increasingly dramatic.

#SilentSunday

I had a walk around Ardmore yesterday afternoon. Lots of flower out. #BloomScrolling #BloomStrolling #Flora


Went for a walk round the park this afternoon. Hailstones in May!
Read: Same as it ever was by Claire Lombardo ★★★ 📚
but the strangest thing I remember about having young children is how interminably the time moves, just these days upon days upon days, and every single one of them feels a million years long, but then suddenly months have gone by, enough time for a new baby to be born or one of the kids to start kindergarten, or college for God’s sake
Took me a long a time to get into this one. The central character irritated at first. She did grow on me as I got further.



I pride myself on tofu, veg with rice or noodles in 15 minutes.

The hawthorn is starting to come out in the park.