Sound of silence
I have been quiet again, I am struggling with a lot of things but today my journal reminded me it was the 5th anniversary of our blog. Our blog was started to give us space to share our adventures with friends around the world. We had fun and back in those days, things online were so different than they are today. I have been thinking and wanting to share some little things but couldn’t find the energy I needed to hit the blog with my feeble words. A few things added up and the fact it is our 5th year with this blog prompted me to try and assemble some thoughts and photos to share, to mark this occasion for us.
We haven’t been out since I last posted a blog about the little things we found on our walks. I haven’t been able to go out for our short evening walks but this doesn’t mean I haven’t been close to nature. Just over a week ago we could still hear the birdsong, my little blackbird who sung outside my window was the first song I noticed to be silent. I missed him and still do and now in our once song filled garden I hear the sound of silence. Yes, I can hear silence (and know this is the lyrics of a song) This is the time when our garden birds will hide as they have raised their young and their feathers need to be renewed to give them strong wings to fly again. It was only a week or so ago our blackbird family were chasing around after a rather active fledgling. He provided such fun as he waited to be fed but yet, he fed himself when they weren’t looking! I am sure he has flown the nest now and the parent birds only arrive to feed on some apples we leave out for them until our berries appear. The starlings who splashed the water out of the baths which dad had to constantly refill, where have they gone? Oh how the sound of silence has covered our garden, yet there is life as witnessed yesterday when our Sparrowhawk appeared again! He noticed our little sparrows, all hiding in the lavatera which is out in full bloom. It was amazing but scary to watch as he dived into the branches and out shot more sparrows than we could count. Some hit the window, they knew he was a danger, he is part of nature but oh how he broke my heart. Dad went out to make sure he didn’t hide in there and we watched thinking the sparrows wouldn’t return. They are still active in their numbers which made this scene even worse. I am pleased to report they all arrived back (I didn’t try to count them in case one was missing!) the shelter of the blooms became unsafe and open to attack from the hawk.
The buddleia has bloomed and dad was at his dead heading to encourage more blooms (he cannot resist deadheading buddleia we see in the wild too) in the hope the butterflies will see out nature friendly garden when they flutter by and stop to feed. It is the big butterfly count in the UK this week and we were over joyed to see two small tortoiseshell butterflies and one white arriving in our garden yesterday. We miss our days out when we saw many more but still have hope when more of out butterfly friendly flowers appear, that we might have more guest come to us this year. We will treasure the ones we have and know we may not be in the right place at the right time to see more. Our little hedgehog is till with us, eating his chef (dad) prepared supplementary food most nights. He misses the odd night and I hesitate to ask but know when dad mentions going out to make mr twiggies meal that he has paid a visit over night (lack of slugs too) A program mentioned that if we didn’t have garden pests (killing everything unwanted with chemicals) we wouldn’t have garden guests. We garden for nature and our garden guests are welcome as they will deal with most pests.
This time of year always prompts many questions. I wonder if I should renew my contract with my website host and this year this has played on my mind a lot more. Decisions all around me yet in the midst of anxiety but hopefully I will keep sharing little things if this helps anyone to see nature as something we can learn from and how much it provides solace throughout troubled times. We weren’t going to renew our National Trust membership either as I felt so guilty that due to my health we haven’t been to visit any of the properties so far this year. We have thought about this and will renew for another year even if just to support to conservation side of this work.
I will add some photos of knitting that I have finished. I still haven’t any photos of me wearing any of it but hopefully one day I can face this again. I was reminded in my daily reading that in a world of ‘selfies’ it is only a face we see, the camera cannot see anyone’s heart. I am too shy and never feel confident to do a selfie even for myself but does this matter as much as what is in my heart? I have a dear friend who is helping me through this time and I don’t need to see her face as this friend has the kindest, caring heart. I trust that my heart will be what people remember me for and not any selfie which could hide anything behind a filter. I feel afraid when I share my knitting online and still have to find a way to feel I can be active without feeling scared, yet if my notes are helpful then my heart is there.
I have learned a lot about my knitting over the past few weeks. I am not sure if I can express this at the moment as I know my thoughts are never in trend but they are keeping me knitting and knitting should help me to feel a little more confident again.
To summarise my projects I finished Footfall a design by Kate Davies from the new Bold Beginners book. I have finished Downstream too but it is relaxing after the spa (photos will follow eventually) I finished two Helga Isager designs from Stitches book and I am working on two more (one is an experiment, yet to be worked out and I hope I do not need to call in the frogs. I have only started and so far my paranoia about things is working out….I need to be silent as I have failed with this yarn several times) the other will be a nice light blouse top from the book Room 606. The grid below show the finished projects. The Footfall shawl was a joy to knit even though I knit with wool from stash and not Àrd Thìr yarn. The book has excellent patterns even if you aren’t a bold beginner. I am not bold at all!
Hazy jacket, Helga Isager : Footfall shawl, Kate Davies : Windy pullover, Helga Isager
I have to add we have been overloaded with sports on TV (dad was never into football) I used to watch the tennis before it became such a power game although I would watch I am not addicted like I used to be. I haven’t a clue about golf but surprised myself by listening and watching! The main reason is that my title part of the world has been shown in it’s beauty around the world. The coastline is amazing and it has been wonderful to hear that many have experienced the warmth of welcome over here. Too often I feel ashamed about living often in the midst of conflicting news but the coverage with the golf tournament has reminded me I shouldn’t be ashamed of our landscape and how friendly we are. If anyone across the world can catch a glimpse on this final day, that’s the North coast we visited with The Giant’s causeway and the rope bridge I dared to cross in the fog!
Why do I think that I don’t live somewhere special? Tom and Kate’s blog about the people of Glasgow reminded me that no matter how tiny, our little island is my home.
North coastline (happy memories) Carrick-a-Rede Rope Bridge in a day of mist and fog - I must have been brave!
Thank you for still reading especially if you have gone through 5yrs of my ramblings. I hope I can continue to share little things this year. July and August blog anniversary and family birthdays but no parties in our home’ I am just very thankful for being brought up to respect others and extend care to everyone. Beverley