A soft layer of pale pink merged with the pastel blue of the sky above providing a background to the silhouetted trees and bushes lining the garden, motionless. The pink was also splashed on the vapour trails that seem to be an ever present feature of the modern skies.
Five thirty. I had lain in bed for a minute or three but as the early morning light filtered through I decided it was time to get up and get on with the day. Interesting how you naturally wake up with the daylight. I did anyway. It wasn’t so long ago that this was nature’s alarm clock. We didn’t have clock radios. Your body must have told you what time it was. Time to light the fire, time to eat, time to get out and check the farm, milk the cows or go hunting.
I still drink milk. The stuff we buy from the supermarket easily lasts over a week, if you only use the occasional splash in a cup of tea. The unpasturized milk of old would only have lasted two or three days. If you were drinking milk it would have been very fresh. Most of it would have been turned into butter and cheese. No cornflakes or cocopops in those days. Just oatmeal. The good old days!
The pink has already disappeared. It wasn’t a red sky warning. The forecast is for a sunny day ahead. Third or fourth in a row. Wossgoinon? A busy day here. Admin, compost bin building and golf. I’ve got some tedious forms I need to fill in and now the new blades have arrived for the circular saw, there is nothing to stop me from getting on with the compost bin construction.
I quite like the idea of removing all the clocks in the house as an experiment. Some of them wouldn’t need removing as their batteries have already run out and others would just need turning off. This also means no electronic devices that contain a clock, so no phones, iPads or laptops. No radio or TV. Would be interesting wouldn’t it? I’d have to keep a notebook and pen with me as I like to record things, often in real time. I did a Facebook free January once, fwiw.
It was all quiet on the fox front yesterday. We had our hedges trimmed the day before. I wonder whether the temporarily reduced cover has put it off. I doubt it. Seem very brazen when I’ve actually encountered it in the garden.
More vapour trails appearing in the sky. We are obviously on a flight path. Never really thought about it before. Flight DL48 is currently flying by at 39,000ft en route from JFK to AMS. They will be in the middle of serving breakfast. During WW2 German bombers used Lincoln Cathedral as a navigation aid en route to places like Birmingham and Coventry. The Red Arrows are almost a daily sight.
The garden has emerged into full colour, the clock says six thirty and the kettle is on. Time to take THG a pot of tea.
Ciao amigos.
Oh forgot to mention I have a dental appointment at 10:40. Aaah.
