My title is a loose translation of a comment Annie left on my last post: “il faut savoir vivre chaque saison”. She was referring to gardening, but these words apply to so much more in life. The Dafter has been going through a dip, which is not uncommon with ME/CFS, but it’s always worrying.
She had to come home early from a long-planned trip to see friends in Aberdeen, because she was so ill she could hardly walk. Luckily she managed to get herself onto a train, and also luckily she has not been absolutely floored or discouraged by it.
The weather has been similarly unsettled, with dramatic clouds, downpours and thunderstorms. We have also had beautiful sunny spells where the air is deliciously soft after the rain.
Recently, I wrote a short story, for the first time in ages. The Scottish Book Trust wanted stories of journeys, emotional or physical, so I wrote about the Dafter’s and my experiences in the past four years. It was very good to remind myself of how far the Dafter has come. The story is online at the moment; it’s called “Through the Valley”. Click here if you would like to have a read of it.
She was in great pain on Saturday, but decided to celebrate Independence Day, so got dressed and made up in red-white-and-blue!
The garden has been holding up pretty well in the downpours, so far:
It has been full of bees! They just love the foxglove, and scabiosa / pincushion flower. In her July 8th essay, Katharine Stewart wrote: “The wind is in the east now, which means a chance… of some sun. The bees are encouraged, though warily. They have a feel for the weather more accurate than that recorded by all the technology down south, and a solid instinct for survival. This means that they’re having to consume most of what they make in order to stay alive. There might not be much surplus this year, I’m afraid.” (A Garden in the Hills, p. 89)
I don’t know whether the bees will have a surplus (they mostly seem to be honeybees), but we are just very happy to help them along.
I adore the colour of the light blue canterbury bells. It’s called “Cornish Blue” but seems much lighter than the blue of the Cornish striped pottery at any rate. In the evening, in certain lights, the white and blue flowers look lit from within.
Thanks to everyone who has left good wishes for the Dafter. She’s been managing to leave the house nearly every day, and makes the most of life regardless. She truly knows how to “live each season” whatever it brings.
I wish you all a good rest of the week!