

Gatekeeper on Marjoram
I initially planted marjoram as a culinary herb. Now I just let it do its own thing and it's a magnet for flying insects.


I initially planted marjoram as a culinary herb. Now I just let it do its own thing and it's a magnet for flying insects.
Let me start by saying that I’m in my mid fifties, and recently out. So I’m arriving late to the party. Blooming late, but hopefully not too blooming late!
Like many women of a certain age I had considered the menopause to be a tough mistress. That her arrival was the end of the passionate side of things. Time to settle down and accept life’s punishment. And leaving my womb on the surgeon’s table, well that was just the end of everything sensual. All that made me truly a woman.
But in the few months that I’ve been part of this sub I’ve discovered something rather wonderful. Just when I thought I’d given up on physical love, I’ve found that there are women my age, and older, who still feel confident and sexy, and for whom the sensual side of loving is just a natural extension of themselves. Part of life, normal, something to be enjoyed.
So girls (and I make no apology for calling you girls) move over and let me snuggle in. I am ready to join you!
Sometimes I wonder
If the moon, with all her radiant beauty
Shines just for me and you.
I knew where I was going. It says quite clearly on my ticket, “A to B”. Express. Limited stops.
No point in looking out of the window. Same boring landscape. Flat. Featureless. Mile after mile.
So I dozed.
I don’t quite know what happened while I was asleep.
But I have woken up to a completely new journey. It’s like I’m travelling through a whole new world.
I’m no longer on the main line. But some kind of branchline that slowly winds its way through a landscape of forest and mountain. Past rivers, waterfalls, summer meadows full of wildflowers. So beautiful that it takes my breath away. I can’t hold back the tears that trickle down my cheeks.
I check my ticket. It still says “A to B”. So I guess I’m still headed there. But what an adventure it will be before I finally arrive.
The meadow is such a delight this year, thanks to a sympathetic gardening contractor. And it's simply buzzing with bees, moths, butterflies and other buzzy things!
A white musk mallow, which I can't say I've ever noticed before in this precise spot. But it seems quite at home between the bins, so I will leave it alone!
I was dusting my dollshouse collection this morning and couldn't resist taking a shopper's eye view...and a child's eye view of the sweeties! And the book? That's a miniature copy of Nicola Lisle's "Life in Miniature"!
Happy Monday to all you miniaturists out there.
Well, I am used to having to extract walnuts from my planters but never before have I dug up a hen's egg. Sadly, well past it's 'best before' date!
I guess it’s only a matter of time before our beloved leaders unleash nuclear armageddon. So, assuming you could be anywhere with a loved one, where and how would you spend your last 15 minutes on this planet?