Aaaah, flotsam. Subject of many a family 'discussion' on the beach. Flotsam, jetsam, what's the difference? Who cares about the finer points of marine debris definitions? The important thing is, it's there. Here are a few facts about marine waste; Over 10,000 containers are lost from ships every year....80% of marine debris is plastic....A huge patch of the North Pacific is thick with man-made debris- estimated to be as large as Texas... OMG...stop, it's too depressing...
It occurs to me that flotsam and jetsam work well as a metaphor for the bilge that wallows around in the North Atlantic Drift of my mind. (Those of you who read me regularly know that I love my metaphors...) So then, flotsam would be the persistent, non degradable thoughts wallowing around as a result of some mindstorm or maybe even a mental shipwreck- oh I'm loving where this metaphor is taking me..... and the jetsam then would be the stuff thrown overboard deliberately- the stuff I don't want to hang on to. The memories I'd rather jettison. There are a few of those, let me tell you. Did you know there's a poor relation, too, called lagan. It's the stuff that sinks to the bottom of the ocean, never to be seen again. (About 50, 000 containers for starters....) There's plenty of that in the mind-sludge at the bottom of my brain, I can tell you.
Of course I only have nice flotsam in my garden. Here's a bit of driftwood that washed up on my shore;
Lots of work in the garden today. Helped by my little friend Thomas.
So much gorgeousness going on around me. My fave plant today; Nectaroscordum siculum; grown from bulbs, self seeds happily in well drained soils, likes the sun, hardy, grows to about a metre. Fabulous.
Every day I walk the dog and the boy, and I take my camera and come back with pictures of green. The wet weather means the woods and the meadows are lush and verdant, the leaves dripping with beads of rain, reflecting the light and intensifying the green.
How much more precious are these canopies and carpets of green than if they were made of silver or gold.
This is what I long for in the grey-brown days of winter.
However. (There's always a however, isn't there). However, much as I love green, I'd quite like to see it set against a backdrop of blue, with a bit of golden backlighting maybe, just to try and encourage the mauves and lilacs, oranges and pinks, whites, silvers and purples that make my June garden worth slaving for. I have 9 days until the citizens of the parish are invited to pay good money to come and nosey- sorry, mosey round my garden- and those of half a dozen other horticultural ingénues- in the name of the Church Roof Fund. And frankly, at the moment, it's looking a bit too…well, green.
...a few miscellaneous pictures. (I used that word because I am too old to say 'random' a lot.) Yesterday was the 25th of the month, and although I was too slothful to post, I did troll around with my camera all day as is my wont on the 25th of the month, in order to record a day in the life of the H family for posterity. Just think, by the 25th of December I'll have a whole load of really boring pictures! But I am convinced that the social commentators and archaeologists of the future, plundering the anthropological seams of the waste tip of cyberspace, will have a field day when they look at these blogs. Diving for Pearls? More like Diving for the slimy lettuce at the bottom of the fridge.
Any idea what I'm talking about? No? My plan is working then.
So. This was the first pic I took yesterday. OK the second but I'm definitely not showing you the first. As you can see it's raining.
Now, this is significant because the whole day was planned around DH's band playing an outdoor gig at the bandstand by the river. Uh uh. Time to make our own entertainment.
Like taking silly SPs.
And, for those with that 'nerd' chromosone, (no offence) a 3 hour game of warhammer.
BTW, that's the same chromosone that compels you to leave every possible cupboard door open after use. Funny thing to take a picture of, but this is the sort of thing the anthropologists of the 22nd Century will want to know about.
Other things more pleasing to the eye;
Indoor drums only...
...and time to dry the dog before he shrinks.
Things went rather downhill after this. Largely because those who were hoping for an afternoon of sun and live music decamped to our house and there was rather a lot of this going on.
I can't show you the photos of ensuing events because a) the visitors didn't sign the consent forms and b) the photos are rubbish. (Lack of natural daylight, you understand..)
And then! Sophie phoned! All the way from t'other side of the world! Robyn grabbed the camera and shot this fab foto! (There's a phone in there somewhere)
Time for a sobering walk, as the rain finally cleared.
Their friendship is a beautiful thing. They all go to different schools but their friendship is as strong as it was when they were 3. They are beautiful, kind and they know how to have fun. What more do they need?