Sea Shanties

Sunday night and all the talk is of moving across the seas to other lands. QB arrived back from Shropshire/New York/Shropshire (that well-known tourist route) full of talk of blowing this rice paddy and heading out to the old country where she will be better looked after in her dotage by the State than here. This could be true but I feel if she could have arrived back in the Rural Idyll without the horrific news of increased plant fascist action - she would have thought twice and not just the once.

Miss M and J think she is mad and are not happy at all about the suggestion but we'll have to wait and see. Also Square J. sent me an email detailing up-coming departure, he just wants to get out, which all in all leads me to feel somewhat unsettled as these are sane people, not mad, reactionary ones....godammit these are MY people!

I gave the tree statistic (again - God love you Elsa Pooley) in my rationale for never leaving, you know, the 'there are 780+ species of tree in this province alone and 78 in the whole of Europe including the UK' enough to make a grown woman cry with either delight or desperation if you were imminently climbing on a plane with a one-way ticket tucked up your jumper......

So there it is, the week starts in a sombre mood - but the moon is thin and neat, the winter air is balmy and I saw so many interesting creatures this weekend....including E whose birthday it was on Saturday! Happy Birthday you completely mad woman. Looking for signs and significance in everything, on the way home from a last-minute frantic provisions grab, decided I wish I believed enough in something to feel slightly more secure - said out loud on spotting said thin moon - I think I'll be a pantheist, and promptly almost ran over a rat! Dear me, challenges abound. xx