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The nebulous ramblings; grammatical & punctuational experiments of a girl born on the fifth of November

Month: January, 2007

Green things a-growing

It’s the end of January already, this month really seems to have flown by. Today, it feels really spring-like, and I found a few signs that the warmer weather may be on the way, so I took some pics. Please bear in mind, I’m not a very good photographer, in fact, it is surprising that none of the following feature my thumb. Plus, I don’t have a clue how to do any more than point and click, zoom and focus are wasted on me.

I noticed that there seemed to be buds on our red currant bush, so I took this – the tree in the background is a eucalyptus, that stays green all year round.

redcurrant buds

Then, I spotted daffodil leaves sprouting up underneath. Looking at the tips, I think the frost the other day has burnt them slightly:

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And in the lawn, grape hyancinths:

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A meme and a dream

I have revamped and reworked the film/movie themed meme blog I set up ages ago and promptly forgot about. It is now new and improved and I have posted a wonderfully fascinating Question of the Week. OK, it’s probably not that wonderful, or fascinating, but it is marginally more interesting than day-time television. Now, if that isn’t a selling point I don’t know what is.

Last night I had the oddest dream. It wasn’t unpleasant, just strange, and in many respects quite profound. I had moved to Cornwall (I don’t know why, that bit didn’t come up) and I had a job working for a man who called himself Edward Woodward, but who looked just like the man who used to mow the grass at my secondary school. My only duty was to take a photo of the sunset every evening because he said they were so beautiful yet transitory they should be captured and preserved for all time. He was right, the sunsets in this dream were absolutely stunning, (and in colour), far more vivid and breath-taking than any I have ever seen in real life. Streaks of purple, yellow, pink and gold blazed in the sky, the reflection turning the sea below into an astonishing riot of colour. Every evening I would go outside to photograph this natural wonder while sitting on a cliff top surrounded by flowers and butterflies. That’s all there was to it, but without wishing to sound all New Age-y I feel sure my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Maybe, that I need to buy a new lawn mower?

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