With the herald of season's end,
It feels good to stop
swimming against raging currents.
I said to the Dragon,
"Ok, I give in -
if this tide's reason
is to block my path
then show me another way."
And so it was done.
Breezes shiver gold-tinged leaves
in a barren apple tree -
time now to journey on
through different waters.
There are big changes coming to our household; selling this house and planning to move on is only one of the two big changes about to unfold. We're not quite ready to make public the other big change just yet, not until a few details have been finalised which could take a couple of weeks, maybe a little longer.
Life's a funny old thing, hmm? You potter along in a set way, thinking this is how life's going to be for the foreseeable future - then WALLOP! All's change.
Change can be for good or ill, as we all know. It depends on context. In this instance, Richard and I are feeling really good about the new cycle of life that's just around the corner.
Re. the house selling - we've had a number of people come to view our house, but no offers so far. Two more couples are booked in this weekend. Some viewers were obviously time-wasters but I guess we'll have to take that in our stride. One didn't even have their own house up for sale, so it seems they just wanted to be nosey. Another couple took one look at our garden and their reaction of shock told us that gardening wasn't an interest of theirs - so why bother to view a house described as having a large garden? The house has only been on the market for two and a half weeks, so it's very early days yet.
Last weekend, Richard got our old packing crates down from the attic. Our neighbours must have wondered what on earth was going on, as the din of umpteen heavy plastic crates bumping down the loft ladder to crash onto the upstairs hall's floorboards should have been enough to disturb even Karis the Mummy's sleep without a waft of tana leaves.
The crates are a bit grimy, having been stored in the attic for the last fourteen years. We've managed to find time to wash half of them so far. There's no rush. Or much space, actually, which is why we're doing this on the patio outside rather than drench the spare bedroom floor. The crates can drip-dry to their hearts content out there.
In our hallway, downstairs, is a growing pile of old newspapers - also known as useful packing material. Richard's packed a shelf of books and I've carefully wrapped up some of my dolls' house furnishings, but that's all we've done so far. Once the crates are all washed I'll begin packing non-essential stuff like vases and fancy stuff (some of which might as well go to the nearest charity shop for all the use it is!) Again, there's no rush.
Why do we collect so much stuff? We don't actually need one half of it. Stuff invades our lives and becomes precious even when it's really only junk.
Tuesday, 30 September 2014
Thursday, 11 September 2014
|A corner of our garden.|
Previously I asked if we should redecorate and was advised, (by three seperate estate agents), not to bother as one person's idea of good taste is the next person's idea of Yuck Made Manifest. I pointed out that all the - interminable, which is one reason why we don't own one - TV shows depict the vendors frantically painting everything white or a variation of beige and installing new, equally colourless carpets. The estate agents said that's mostly a waste of time and money, and often doesn't add enough value to the house to balance what you'd spend.
There is a bit of paperwork to complete which will be mailed to me this coming week , and the 'For Sale' sign should be installed tomorrow or Monday.
On Sunday, we went to view a house which looked pleasant at first glance. Bakelite light switches do not feature on my list of desirable features, however. The staircase was extremely steep. The ladder which could be lowered into the tiny bathroom in order to access the converted loft space meant half-sitting in the sink in order to climb them. But the modern kitchen/diner was gorgeous and the little garden was attractive - apart from the expanse of past-its-best decking, decking being one of my pet hates anyway, (ref. earlier comment about Yuck Made Manifest). Of much greater concern was the small tree growing out of the roof tiles.
Choices and their consequences feature heavily in the plot of Torn, a YA novel by Cat Clarke, which was published by Quercus in 2011. Main character Alice and best friend Cass take part in a school holiday to Scotland, where they're made to share a cabin with the darling of the in-crowd plus a goth-emo girl who is in the lowest rank of their merciless social pecking order. Tempers flare and a vengeful 'joke' backfires when one girl dies. Can Alice live with her guilty secret?
The novel portrays the tunnel-visioned and intense teenage world of school and who is and isn't popular. While it's a fun read, it would also serve as a good basis for a teen discussion on bullying and social exclusion, conformity and individualism.
Monday, 1 September 2014
|Doors of perceptiom...|
I have been painting door frames, window sills and skirting boards all round the house. By the end of this week, three estate agents will have traipsed through our rooms and delivered their verdicts. Yes, we're putting this house on the market. Yes, we really are moving this time - not like two years ago, when we considered moving to New Brighton and then changed our minds. This time, we're resolute. We have become Rightmove regulars.
We have been here for fourteen years, which is the longest I've ever lived in one place. I'll miss my frog pond but I plan to build another. I'll miss my garden but I'm already looking forward to creating another. I wish I could take all my plants with me but having attempted to do this once in the past I know it's more trouble than it's worth. Many plants didn't survive digging-up and re-potting, and by the time life had settled down again to the point where there was time to start planning the new garden many of the survivors had keeled over anyway. Besides, most my favourite plants are too big to dig up now. We'd need a fleet of vans to transport them. So it's being utilised as a major selling point, (which is how it was described by estate agent who's been here already).
I won't miss West Kirby as it will only be down the road. The views from our windows are rather nice, though, and those I will miss - but there'll be other views, which is perfectly ok.
Sunday, 10 August 2014
|Northern quarter of the Grove|
Do we really need to keep phone bills dating back to the last century - to 1995, even? And who can still remember the old council tax payment booklets, designed like a cheque book which the Post Office would stamp with the date? Home insurance 'Terms & Conditions' pamphlets for long-dead policies; builders' bills from 14 years ago; guarantees for electrical goods I couldn't even remember owning... In the end, I filled a bin-bag with this junk. The filing cabinet drawer now opens and shuts without having to arm-wrestle the thing into submission.
Mum had a great time in Perth, Australia. She went at the drop of a hat after her younger brother mentioned plans for his 80th birthday party, writing that it was a shame she wouldn't be there to share it. She lifted her suitcase down that same day. She experienced trouble getting travel insurance because of being in her mid-80's but Age UK quickly arranged it without further fuss. Next, she wrote to her brother to say when she'd be arriving - only the letter arrived two days after she did. Frank and his wife Florence were a bit surprised when a security guard from Perth airport phoned them to ask if they intended to collect this elderly English lady! Anyway, she's back home in England now, full of stories of course, having thoroughly enjoyed herself.
It's not been a good year for roses in our garden, not so far anyway. However the yellow Rose of Sharon (see photo above) which grows behind the north stone in the grove has been glorious, with more blooms than in any previous year. This surprised me as I'd pruned it back hard last year, as it had grown spindly. Oh, if you're looking for a towering stone, think again. These are less like standing stones and more like crouching rocks, but they serve the purpose of marking the quarters. They were buried beneath the surface of the garden, unearthed when I originally dug the circular bed which creates the grove's perimeter.
A more fanciful person might claim the stones were waiting in the womb of earth to be born for their exalted purpose, or some such something, however I know from the experience of digging up stuff that previous owners of this property buried all kinds of things, including buckets, children's toys, pans, plates, a thick stack of glass window panes and an entire path.
Maybe that was their idea of decluttering? Simply bury everything under a layer of topsoil, add grass turfs and the job's done.
Thursday, 31 July 2014
All but two of my lovely water soldiers have vanished. Maybe the algae problem blocked out too much light and so they perished? They're one of my favourite pond plants. They simply float around, sinking if light's poor and rising again on sunny days. Well, they can when a blanket of green gloop isn't blocking their way.
The gloop has been consigned to the compost bin, and 100% fresh water is in the pond now - but this also meant many of the damselfly larvae would have been killed. I managed to save some of them at least, and I hope they survive the change of water. I've added a bunch of barley straw, as this is supposed to be an organic way of combating algae. The main cause of algae in my pond is probably due to not having enough plants in it. Between 60% and 75% of a pond's surface is supposed to be covered by aquatic plants.
So far , I've recently added:
- hornwort, which looks like a bunch of dark green fluffy pipe cleaners, only floppy;
- four water lettuce, which look like miniature cabbages more than lettuce;
- a bunch of naja grass, which is a tangle of slender stems with tiny leaves;
- three bunches of elodae crispa, (which was promptly re-named 'A Load o' Crisps'), and these look like stems with tidy rows of tiny, curled-over leaves;
- potamogaten natans, which needs planting in aquatic soil but that's not arrived yet, so for now it's just floating about in the pond to keep it as happy as possible. Here's hoping Marie doesn't eat its roots in the meantime;
- water soldiers, six big new ones with a few babies attached, which look rather like spider plants;
- an Aurora water lily, whose flowers are supposed to change from orange to crimson as they mature, and has a variegated leaf.
Aquatic plants in their new home.
On the subject of water still, just this morning I finished reading Helen Dunmore's Stormswept, which is the first of a new cycle of her Ingo Chronicles. Aimed primarily at children, it's really for kids of all ages. (Ahem!) The reader is swiftly transported into an enchanting world of Cornish mer folk, swimming under the ocean to share their mysterious world. The elements of fantasy are grounded skillfully with the everyday life of a quite ordinary human family, whose characters are entirely convincing, and the pace is designed to keep those pages turning. As always, Dunmore's prose is poetic and polished - not as literary as her books for adults, but a pleasure all the same. Having come across her work a couple of years ago, I've come to really admire her writing style. The book cover is lovely, too. I was left wanting more Ingo stories!
Thursday, 17 July 2014
Age is no indicator of health or personality, of activity levels or financial stability. Neither does an age grouping reveal a person's interests - unless it's the under 5's, when life mostly revolves around food, sleep, playing, parents and getting the hang of walking and talking. While life for the 5's to 16's age group tends to revolve around school, already more diversity is apparent. The teenage world of angst, obsessions and first loves are, obviously, very different from, for example, a thirty year-old's ambitions to buy their own house.
No-one would lump together everyone under the age of 40 as one social group having similar needs and interests. So why do this with the over 60's?
Most 60 year-olds are part of the work force and will remain so until they retire at the official age, (which varies; it used to be 65 but now it's more of a sliding scale depending on when a person was born). Some people choose to postpone retirement to benefit from an improved pension. Or maybe they simply don't want to retire; some people work into their 70's or beyond - and why not, if that's what they wish to do?
Many 60 year-olds are still paying off mortgages, paying to get their older children through university. 70 and 80 years olds run marathons, run businesses or home-school grandchildren while the grown-up off-spring go out to work. They drive cars, travel the world - my 85 year-old mother recently flew to Australia by herself. They do voluntary work and participate in a myriad of social, creative or sporting activities, and display a huge diversity of interests and tastes - and this continues for the rest of their lives, or as long as health permits.
So if you can reminisce about King Edward's abdication while chatting to a friend via a smart phone, it's obvious that you've seen a lot of social and technological change.
An increasing number of us will live beyond the age of 100. According to The Centenarian, the number of people worldwide currently aged over 100 is estimated to be 450,000. The aim of life-extension research is not just to extend 'being alive' but to enable people to enjoy vigorous physical and mental good health for as long as science makes it possible - and the point at which these cease to be possible is intended to be continually extended also.
Type 'over 60's' in a search engine, and a string of links for health tips and travel insurance are offered. After all, everyone 'knows' that everyone over 60 feels an urge to travel before they keel over. Hmm, it's high time this empty-headed stereotype was wiped away, don't you think?
Thursday, 12 June 2014
A pair of blue damselflies mating on our pond
It's been a beautiful day here on the Wirral. Lunch was taken in the garden, and then later in the day there were three pairs of blue damselflies courting over the pond, plus a fifth blue damselfly and a red damselfly resting on rhubarb leaves overhanging the water. A family of pond skaters has hatched out, and a water boatman has been scooting around for the last few days.
Work on the fourth novel in the Artisan-Sorcerer Series continues, and the word count now stands at 90,000 with a fair chunk of plot left. I'm toying with murdering a popular character... Maybe, maybe not; I've not entirely made up my mind yet, mostly because this is one of my favourite characters too and it would be a shame to wave goodbye. But, hey, I can always create another one....
Sunday, 8 June 2014
|The first rose of 2014|
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|Within the Grove|
In the photo above, you can see where the circular lawn of the grove has been re-edged. Bare soil is already disappearing under poppy seedlings and the allysum which I've since planted. I also planted some French marigolds but they were eaten overnight by slugs and snails. For the same reason, hostas don't survive long in my garden, which is a pity as I like the quilted appearance of their leaves. The pinks I planted are doing great, however, as are the tough ornamental grasses which I dug out of the lawn where they'd planted themselves before transplanting them to more useful spots - mostly around three sides of the small pond by the grove's entrance. In the foreground of the photo are the branches of a shrub - of unknown species - which Richard pruned back heavily only a month ago, and already it's sprouting new growth. It provides the grove with privacy but was simply getting too big and swamping the holly shrub and patch of Crocosmia 'lucifer' beside it.
Our pond has attracted a red damselfly, who has been flitting around for a week now. It did have a mate, and Richard saw them dancing around over the water's surface as they performed a little springtime ritual together, laying eggs in the water. And here one of them is, in this photo - which also shows a drowning snail which I later rescued. We've noticed a swift increase in the slug and snail population this year, now we don't have chickens to devour them. I'm reluctant to put down slug pellets because of our dogs and wild amphibians.
|Tadpole with tiny frog legs|
While on the subject of amphibians, our tadpoles are now starting to grow tiny legs. They're incredibly fragile and seem to have no strength at all but, nonetheless, there they are - an obvious sign of frogginess.
The two solar-powered fountains stopped working. With one, I put it down to old age. The other, however, is only a few weeks old. I cleaned the solar panels and made sure the fountain jets weren't blocked, but this made no difference. So I took a closer look at the tiny engine which drives the fountain, despite the fact that I know as much about electronics and engineering as I do about brain surgery, and after a bit of experimental poking around found that the engine drives a tiny water wheel - it's this wheel which pushes water up the fountain pipe - and this wheel was bunged up with algae. The second this was cleaned away the engine began whirring happily once more. Problem solved. So I then had a look at the older fountain and this had the exact same problem. Old age, indeed.... It's been working just fine ever since.
In my last blog post, I mentioned that I'd be giving a talk to Janine Pinion's creative writing class. It went really well, and the students had plenty of questions about what a writer's life is really like. Well, the answer to that one depends on the individual writer. I debunked a few myths and encouraged them to experiment with different writing techniques, to keep writing regularly and finish what they start even when they don't rate it much, and to read widely. They were a pleasant and enthusiastic group, and I enjoyed meeting them all.
This week I finished reading Lord Brocktree: A Tale of Redwall by Brian Jacques. All the characters are animals, and it's a cheerful Fantasy tale of goodies versus baddies written, originally, for the children of The Royal Wavertree School for the Blind in Liverpool, which is not too far from where Richard and I lived for a short while, right before we moved to the Wirral peninsula. I liked how a female character - a hare - took an important role in the plot, challenging gender stereotypes without resorting to preaching. The book was fun, and yes it's for kids - but for kids of all ages.
Vintage photography gives a strong visual edge to Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children, the debut Fantasy novel from Ransom Riggs. Again, this could be read by older children and adults alike. Strong characters with believable personalities and a tight pace ensure this novel is a page-turner. This book had been lurking in my To Read pile for at least a year before I actually opened the first page. This pile is big. Technically it's three piles, as if I stacked all the books in one pile it'd reach the ceiling and be in constant danger of crashing to the floor and taking my paternal grandmother's jardiniere with it. Anyway, the title put me off a bit, as I had visions of another twee Harry Potter-esque bandwagon yarn. That impression was incorrect, totally. While the novel does mostly revolve around children, it is entirely fresh in approach and, besides, many of these 'children' are much more than they seem - 'peculiar', even. I recommend it highly.
Saturday, 17 May 2014
Tadpoles in May
I'm really pleased with the new solar-powered fountain, which you can see working in the video above. It's much stronger than the year-old one. Do solar-powered gadgets have a life-span? Last year's fountain has taken to emitting occasional squirts of water reaching 4" in height at the most. I've thoroughly cleaned the filter and panel, and wiggled the wire to see if there's any obvious break, but no joy there. Meanwhile the pond has begun growing an unpleasant crop of green algae, some of it bubbly, some of it fibrous; hence the new fountain, which shoots jets of water 24" high and should help to increase oxygen levels in the water, which should - in theory, at least - reduce the algae.
Green algae and tadpoles!
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An adult frog basks in the pond.
On Thursday, I'll be giving a talk at St James's Centre in Birkenhead. This will be for a creative writing class run by Janine Pinion for Wirral Metropolitan College. I've been asked to talk on the subject of 'My Writing Life', then read an extract of my work for around 15 mins., then offer a few tips for aspiring writers before leading a Q&A session. I've also got a spot of homework for the group - a project I recently tested with Riverside Writers and which worked well.
Progress with Fabian continues, of course. I've around 20,000 words left to write, so while I'm not approaching the last lap yet the end is getting steadily closer. I've no intention of rushing; I'd sooner it took another year than rush it and dislike the end product. Fabian has been harder work than Rowan; Rowan flowed easily and quickly, but with Fabian I've had to do much more planning. This being the fourth novel in the series, there are several sub-plots which stretch through the entire series which need to emerge more clearly and develop further, but now I've worked all that out the actual writing should flow more readily.
Rowan's character is much easier to write than Fabian's, which is odd as Fabian's character began forming many years ago, albeit in a slightly different form - but that was a long time ago, as part of an online RPG. Tamsin had her origins as an RPG character too; her appearance and traits remain as they were then. Rowan, however, was totally new - yet the polygamous relationship he shares with Tamsin and Morgan also came from that same RPG.
The first rose of summer.