The hedgerows are teeming with life, most of it edible, we have so far (apart from the tree load of apples which our garden supplies) blackberries – loads, hedge garlic (still prolific) raspberry leaves for tea, haws for Haw-sin sauce and a few other bits and pieces. In a few weeks the elderberries will be ready, the damsons up the lanes will start to turn and it will be all hands to the preserving pan, if only the apples would stop falling long enough for us to pick some to put away!! The wheat is in, but not processed quite yet, it will have to be milled soon, ready for the beginning of October and the coming of the inevitable Harvest Thanksgivings. The Cat has started complaining about the weather, but it’s not quite time for the log burner, which reminds me to call the log man and have...
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Zen: day twoish

Today was the second full half hour, is that right? sitting.
Main thoughts today filtering through the silent shouting of numbers…

why can’t I stop sneezing

and

why John oh why did you not do some less painful form of meditation?

From what I read this gets easier. Oh yeah? When???

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Ticket to ride

Cast: Young Man of Eastern European origin 2 Young Men from South Wales 1 Conductor 2 Old Dears On a train from Bridgend to Cardiff, the air in the carriage is blue, fulminating and procrastinating they sit organising the world into compartments they can cope with, arranging society so it fits their understanding. The two young men from south Wales look on almost apologetically as these ‘Old Dears’ promptly allocate them a slot in their ordered understandable society framework. I am out of view, hidden by the blessed chair back, saved from being pigeonholed, but my ears are not. Added to this distress they are treated to a cacophony of sound which can only be from the two Chinese girls on the other side of the train. As suddenly as it all started the two Chinese girls go silent, lost in some magazine or entranced by their music on the ipod they share, I know not which as their table is littered with the remnants of a long train journey. In the brief silence offered by the lack of Chinese speak, another conversation filters through. ‘If you haven’t a valid ticket you will have to pay again’ ‘I have this [...]

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