It is hard to believe another month has gone by, but here we are at the start of August which is usually a fairly quiet month for us. I mostly relax with a good book or do a little bit of sewing, and occasionally some crafting. I have almost given up on the garden until the autumn as I feel guilty hosing it at night, though I have managed to keep my tomatoes going, but many of the plants are dying off already. I hope they will return next year!
I have started having my milk and eggs delivered twice a week as it saves me carrying them from the shops, but the delivery is usually at around 3.00am, so it sits on the doorstep for several hours before I get up to retrieve it. While it is so hot I have agreed to leave the empties out in a cool bag with a couple of ice blocks in it, and the new delivery is put in there so it stays cold until I am awake. Last night I put the empties out just before I went to bed and I was captivated by the moon seen through the big tree in the park. I took several photos trying to catch the atmosphere and here are the ones I lked best.
Also peeping through one thing to see another, here is the main flower beds in the park, viewed through a statue of Wilfed Owen, a First World War poet and soldier who was born in Oswestry. His poetry tends to describe the horrors and futility of war, unlike other poets at the time. He is commemorated in various places around Oswestry, but this is a relatively new statue in the park.
The sun is now streaming through my window and I am too hot to sit here any longer so I will close for now and prepare this for posting in the morning.
4 comments:
I never thought about it but yes, in England people never used to have to worry about milk going off because of the hight temperatures, But things have changed now. Good idea to have a cool bag. I hope the milk man survives. When I lived in the UK (from 1992 until 2010) The milkmand was practically begging fior us to open an account and have our milk delivered. But we didn't use milk as I don't drink tea. I was used to buying long-life milk in Italy so I always had some of that in the house just in case I needed some milk. I felt sorry for the milk man. Now it will be even more difficult for them.
I love you moon peeping through the tree.
I've not heard of that poet (Wilfred Owen) but I will look him up. I have just finished reading Ken Follett's Fall of Giants which is set around WWI. So I think I would appreciate his poetry.
Enjoy your weekend,
Lisca
Oh your moon photos are stunning, we've been looking for the full moon over the last couple of nights but it has been too cloudy. I hadn't realised Wilfred Owen was from Oswestry I read his poetry at school. I hope you've had a good day. Hugs
That sounds like a good system Kate. It takes me back to our doorstep deliveries, where birds would sometimes peck at the foil lid on milk to get the cream, sometimes naughty children would drink some or steal a bottle, and my Dad used to deliver bread and cakes and I’d sometimes go with him in school holidays, and be rewarded with left over cakes!
Wonderful photographs, Kate - love those moon ones in particular.
How great to have eggs and milk delivered -- not an option here these days.
Enjoy your quiet month, and keep those tomatoes going if nothing else :)
Blessings
Maxine
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