Ridding

the virtual clutter. A task I attempt to get in a ritual with. I certainly like a lot about a phone change, it all links up with more ease than before! I slowly got used to it.. A sister changed her work phone  this week from an iPhone to a Microsoft one. The ease in her now painfreeish hands to hold  .... The hands are still awkward at times to navigate daily use ... 

This platform has new templates I have not bothered to try yet! I am still adjusting to blogs not shown in published order. Updates are at most outstandingly good in design.  You just have to get used to not being in love with anything that changes ... 

Astmospheric Salzburg ...

this evening by a loggy fire. A traditional time in song .... abbeys, chapels and abbots in unusual amid the history of true life ...

                                                                      .. 💖💖💖💖

A post not finished from the thirteenth of April ... twas in lackadaisical mode. And I found I was not up to talking or much ... 

I came back hitting the ground running on the well being of which I banged on about ... until no more. You know when to cut your losses ... 

It still not made much difference to the inner welfare. Outwardly I ready for go with a slow long drawn out process where the minimum is three months ... 

A ridiculously wasteful amount of time and resources ... never not new in that ... 

shadows in shades ...

... silver in granite greys sparkled in sunlight rays, this day.

... lashings of lush spring buds and greens. the colour spectrum in the blue freshness; another day outside away from the dankness 

... a garden centre trek with a myriad of scents, all the senses tickled in thrilling on a Spring day ...

... the slip of a cow in brilliant yellow, all helped made the mood more mellow!

Watch with Mother ...

I expect Bill and Ben to be among here; or Mary, Mary quite contrary how does your garden grow?  moments awhile ... across the miles ... from one clime to a springtime ! 

A life less cluttered

how many times muttered?
Piers, weirs, waterwheels and tears
a little more each time recovered,
A smile the flutters, these discoveries,
mesmerising beauty of images covered
in dust of time in chaos climes,
restored into modern pixels to utter
from shades of past, still bearing scars,
there is still much in many smiles
this path trod so zig zag in miles !

The financial change

upon us with the alterations to keep tabs on ... the array of unnecessary items through the letterbox for items this particular home doesn't like ... including the religious stuff on Mothers Day ... 

I have enough bibles for a library with all the free ones doled out ... and the presentation gifts. 

All the Sally Army items of things going back years of the in laws siting through the unnecessary to get to the cherished stuff ...