One Of The Gifts Of Age

 They say that when you look back on your life from the other side of the veil it seems to have gone by in no time at all. In a snap of the fingers, a blink of the eye. Probably because on the other side of the veil there is no time at all.

I'm getting a foretaste of that now. 

As if my life were a landscape that I'm viewing through a powerful telescope. The events of seventy years ago, fifty years ago, twenty five years are all up close and in sharp focus. 

As if there were no intervals between them,

As if they were all happening at once. 

Our Quaker study group is going to be discussing ageing tomorrow- and this may be one of the thing I'll choose to talk about....

Petrichor

 Bank Holiday weekend, temperature in the mid 20s, the faint sounds of jollity that rise and swell on the breeze will be coming from the funfair in Princes Park. Later in the day there'll be a Carnival Procession along the front. It crossed my mind that the Quakers should be taking part, but I dismissed it; Quakers and Carnival are not an obvious mix- though we've said we'll participate in the Pride March later in the year.

I bought a hat at the Tip Shop to wear at Pride. I think it may have started out on the head of a Morris dancer.



Damian is up on his roof with his two two stepsons replacing and repairing tiles. I just cut the grass. Since Wendy took over the bottom half of the lawn for a vegetable patch there's a good deal less of it to deal with.  Ailz says the scent of new mown grass is in fact the grass sending out a warning to other grass in the vicinity, though how grass is supposed to defend itself I really don't know. Ailz says the name for that scent is petrichor.....