The Last Furlong

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Honouring my tree

I walked down to the canal path to look at the remains of my beautiful tree Continue reading



RIP my beautiful tree

From the lounge window, I look out on a beautiful huge old tree. I love it. It grows along the canal path, but I can see it from our front window. Continue reading

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One brave soul

I watch the birds from my bed in the morning. Since Bobby-the-now-dead-dog died, we have had a lot more birds. They are really drab from those we fed when we lived in the country.

Yesterday we cleared the massive ivy off the arch where the bird-feeders are.

The birds are highly suspicious.

This morning, the birds have hopped around in the fence – but only one brave soul came to the bird-feeder –  the tiniest bird of them all – a minute coal-tit. He looks like a young un. What he lacks in wisdom, he makes up in cuteness!


Time out

My garden calls! I’ve been taking time out from blogging.

The plants are so excited it is spring! Everyday there is some plant or other popping up some place or other saying “Hi”.

I have been working very hard to prepare our garden so the excited plants will be extra happy this year. Our last garden produced huge happy plants. I hardly noticed this garden here at our new flat when we first moved in. I was too focused on trying to fit in to a very small flat. and last summer I was not able to work in my garden for sciatica.

But I have been well! Being well makes a huge difference to life.

Mr Furlong and I have done some very big garden jobs. We cut the Ivy off the top of the arch. Last time we tried that we were sick for a week. This time we wore masks, goggles, gloves and over clothing. It’s done! At last. I’ve hated looking at it for eighteen months!

Furthermore, in the last three days, we have spread a whole tonne of gravel. I’m amazed I did it with hardly an ache or pain!

The ‘plan’ for this garden, has come to me slowly. But, at last, I have a vision. Of course, at the moment there are dormant plants and excited plants showing themselves first. I have a plan for all of them. All are welcome!

There is only one rule in my gardens – bullies will be cut down to size.

I brought seeds from this plant in my old garden – I’ve planted them – it would be nice to see them again…..


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Rats – or mice?

Since the death of Bobby-the-dog, we are noticing the birds have become a bit bolder. Continue reading

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Windchill – minus twelve

The wind has been howling down the chimney, past the extractor fans in the bathroom and kitchen and rattling at the front door. Continue reading

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Mr Furlong came home from collecting his medication at the medical centre. The miracle was, that for the first time since we have been living ‘in town’ here, it was CORRECT! Continue reading