I was lying on my yoga mat this morning during the lovely, calm relaxation part at the end of the class, my mind wandering all over the place (as it does; I know, it’s not meant to…) and I started composing a blog post. Witty words came to mind, well-crafted sentences and astute observations. Yay! But by the time I’d driven home, clocked that the builders weren’t here again and that I’d missed a parcel delivery, it had all drifted out of my ears and off into the ether. I’ve not posted much lately because, well, I suppose I’ve just not been ‘feeling’ it. I’ve been a bit lost for words. Stuck. Put it down to post-holiday slump, school-holiday collapse, whatever. I’m usually brimming with words and photos to show you but I haven’t taken many recently and it feels a little as though I’ve lost my voice. I’m sure this happens to other bloggers every now and then, and I suppose I could wait until inspiration strikes properly, but it’s a new school year and I’m giving myself a shove – if I stop writing for much longer I suspect it’ll be even harder to get into the swing of it again.
The yoga class was the first one I’ve been to for [whispers] seven weeks. Yikes. I did a little stretching over the summer but most definitely not the every-day practice that I aspire to. Whenever I’m asked at health-checks and the like whether I do regular exercise, I say that I do yoga and walk my dog. And I smile confidently. This usually passes muster and I get a tick in the ‘keeping fit’ box. Gardening helps, as does rushing around looking after the house, etc, but I know that it’s not enough really. David is admirably/annoyingly fit. He’s a keen sculler and is on the water at least twice a week on the Thames at Twickenham, then he goes running most days when he’s at home. He’s trying to encourage me to get back in to running and to do a local 5k Park Run with him on Saturday mornings. I find his encouragement slightly irritating which says more about my attitude than it does about him! I did do some regular running a few years back and took part in the London 10k but instead of it spurring me on to greater distances, I crossed the finish line after 60 minutes, completely done-in, thinking ‘I… am… never… doing… that… again!’ When you’re in swing of running, it is a good feeling and I know I feel great afterwards, but it’s the getting going. Do you see a theme developing here..? Perhaps writing about it might give me that metaphorical boot up the bum. Another one.
As well as my middle-aged body, the garden also needs some serious attention. I’ve been dead-heading and picking flowers and raspberries galore but there are definite signs of disarray. It’s been such lovely weather that in any spare time I’ve enjoyed being in the garden rather than working in it. We’ve had very little rain for a couple of months – only one day when it rained heavily – and some of the plants are suffering. The pond is also lower than I’ve seen it since we’ve been here. We’re on a water meter, so I don’t like to use mains water very often on the garden. We have kept the raspberries and tomatoes alive and I collect any leftover drinking water in a jug to chuck on the flowers outside the door but everything else has had to fend for itself.
If you, too, are experiencing a surfeit of raspberries, Anne has some very fine suggestions. I made a couple of her Raspberry Loaf Cakes on Tuesday (one for a friend and one for us) and, oh my, ours was delicious. Cakes… another reason why I need to do more exercise. I’ve also made lots of raspberry jam – there is nothing quite like the smell of raspberries, sugar and lemon juice bubbling away on the hob. It’s quite the most delicious aroma. Irritatingly, the jam class in the Late Summer Show this Saturday is strawberry, not raspberry, so I bought a couple of punnets of strawbs from the supermarket and set to. I’ve not had great success in the past with strawberry jam and I suspect this might be too runny but it looks good and tastes lovely. After my marmalade disaster at the spring show (the judge most definitely didn’t like my bitter offering), I do not have high hopes. I’m also entering cut flowers from the garden (any variety), 5 stems of an annual, a tea loaf and 7 raspberries. David is also entering 7 raspberries and I think I’ll make another Raspberry Loaf Cake for the refreshments. I wonder if I could hide a few raspberries in the tea loaf…
Hope life is going swimmingly where you are. Have a lovely weekend. x