I was podding some peas for dinner last night and whilst I did my mind turned to thoughts on the above subject. It would have been so much quicker and easier to open a packet of frozen peas but would that necessarily have been better? Whilst podding the peas I was transported back to sunny childhood days when I would sit with my mother on the step and "help" her to prepare peas for a meal. I am not sure quite how many peas I actually contributed to the colander back then as many went straight into my mouth but the sound of the pods popping ( who remembers that jingle "Sweet as the moment when the pod went pop"?) last night took me right back to those happy days. Though it took longer to produce the required amount of peas I had time to think something I would not have done had I opened a packet.
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|Cow parsley at the Chalice Gardens|
Similarly is there more to life than increasing its speed? Is the fastest way to get somewhere necessarily the best? I am lucky enough to have a choice when travelling to some place I wish to visit. I can use the car or I can use my bus pass for local trips and I can use the train instead of flying if I want to go to Europe (long haul might be difficult but that is a whole other story which I won't go into here!). Now it isn't always possible to go by public transport and without the bus pass it would be expensive but for me a bus ride is so much more enjoyable than taking the car.
|Chalice Gardens - spring|
|Steps at Chalice Gardens|
It is easy for me to say these things - I am not a working mother with a family to feed and only 24 hours in each day but I do wonder whether we are not missing the point sometimes?
Now for something completely different: In our garden we have a seat just outside the back door where we sit with our cups of tea - weather permitting - or sometimes I just sit whilst waiting for the potatoes to boil or whatever. Our garden is on a slope and there is a retaining wall, alongside some steps next to the seat, which has a couple of pipes inserted at the bottom presumably for drainage. Sitting with my cup of tea I have noticed bees (I got my binoculars out to check what they looked like and they seem to be the furry kind - see how little I know about bees?!) going in and out of the right hand pipe (if you click on the photo to enlarge it you can clearly see the hole). Indeed during the course of drinking one cup of tea there must have been dozens of them coming and going reminding me of planes circling above Heathrow and coming in to land (another blog post there perhaps?!). I wonder what they are doing in there. The pipe can't be that long and I am guessing it goes into the damp earth at the back of the brickwork so why would they be attracted to it especially this summer when it has been so wet - it must be horribly damp in there. Any ideas?
Yesterday there was an Air Day at nearby Yeovilton and we saw these planes over our garden - the previous evening they had been practising and the sky was clearer but I didn't have my camera to hand! You will see them more clearly if you click on the photo.I am not sure if they are the Red Arrows perhaps.
If you are still with me - thanks for listening to me going on and on - it seems that I either have too much to say or can't think of anything at all - sorry! Thank you too for all your lovely comments on my previous posts and to those of you who have decided to follow my blog - welcome.