a day in my life

 around the first bend on our morning walk, to get onto the path into the woods, Django and I encounter these men-at-work at the pumping station where the pump is due for replacement; in the meantime a temporary pump is being installed along with pipes that have to run through the dike and across the road, I am impressed by the scale

 it's a misty morning, everything in the woods is quiet and we seem to be alone, apart from the many many birds, chattering; evidence in a broken eggshell

 back to our garden, weather has improved

 another death, alas Spring also means loss of new life

 evening walk: hay-making in the field I mentioned in the last post, Grace

the cracks mean fertile soil=clay and sand, according to our eldest son, who has chosen to go to Wageningen university next year (law in Leiden wasn't his thing) a much more nature oriented study, to do with forest/water/land management, I am very happy for him

our latest addition to the outdoor part of our home-life, an east-facing terrace, to which I added the poles and metal construct on the right this afternoon; it doesn't look like a lot of work, but it actually was; the complete terrace was built by husband, eldest son and self and is a week old!

a small package from Ireland with tara powder and alum, now the dyeing can get going once more....I will have to do a bit more reading in one of my many guide books

 home alone, both boys are away and himself won't be here till later this evening; sometimes it's like that and it doesn't feel completely as it should after nineteen years in a full house. Hence, a solitary meal and as I worked so hard, I felt I deserved a glass of wine, cheers