Still in Limbo
22/02/2015 11:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIt’s just over 2 weeks now since the serpent has returned to Oz. Still feeling ever so strange and out of sorts and not quite here and also obviously no longer back in Amsterdam.
It is scary just how much has happened in six weeks. Not just the predictable sizzling summer but a whole bunch of folks moving the goal posts.
The banana plants and Angel’s Trumpets have survived the endless 37 celsius days due mainly to the dedication of the Dursleys who dropped by a couple of times a week to water all the weeds.
The tomato and basil seedlings were not so lucky since they were only babies when I went slinking off on an unexpected adventure just before Christmas.
There’s a 41 degree day predicted early this week so there’s simply no point in planting anything until at least the first week of March and even so it is still a bit iffy.
It’s too late now to plant peanuts or pumpkin seeds so will just stick to peppers, basil and tomatoes. The way the weather is going in this bit of Oz, it will soon be possible to grow them right up to some time in June.
It’s the day jobs that have done more than anything to serve as some sort of link to everyday reality. Routine and ritual are essential when the old grey cells are still all dazed and confused. That’s one of the many useful things learned from the Izzie sister.
Festival season is in full swing at the moment. Was sad to celebrate the last day of the freaky Fringe yesterday and will be making the most of the remaining freebie shows.
It’s also a time to be catching up on all those friends pages and to get back in the habit of posting the odd comment here and there.
It is scary just how much has happened in six weeks. Not just the predictable sizzling summer but a whole bunch of folks moving the goal posts.
The banana plants and Angel’s Trumpets have survived the endless 37 celsius days due mainly to the dedication of the Dursleys who dropped by a couple of times a week to water all the weeds.
The tomato and basil seedlings were not so lucky since they were only babies when I went slinking off on an unexpected adventure just before Christmas.
There’s a 41 degree day predicted early this week so there’s simply no point in planting anything until at least the first week of March and even so it is still a bit iffy.
It’s too late now to plant peanuts or pumpkin seeds so will just stick to peppers, basil and tomatoes. The way the weather is going in this bit of Oz, it will soon be possible to grow them right up to some time in June.
It’s the day jobs that have done more than anything to serve as some sort of link to everyday reality. Routine and ritual are essential when the old grey cells are still all dazed and confused. That’s one of the many useful things learned from the Izzie sister.
Festival season is in full swing at the moment. Was sad to celebrate the last day of the freaky Fringe yesterday and will be making the most of the remaining freebie shows.
It’s also a time to be catching up on all those friends pages and to get back in the habit of posting the odd comment here and there.
