Sadly my camera seems to have stopped working
as far as transferring to my computer is concerned. The last three photographs I have taken seem to have gone into something called 'camera roll' and have not appeared in my picture file. If anyone out there can tell me what this means I would be grateful.
But I have been greatly cheered by small acts of kindness - the first sent me by friend W this morning - a U Tube of two workmen rescuing ducklings from down a drain while mother watches anxiously on the footpath. Flat on his stomach in the gutter one man rescues the ducklings one by one - the other man carrying them gently and putting them down by mother duck, who shepherds them into the grass at the side of the road When all seven or eight are rescued, all, including mother, are put into a plastic sack and carried to the side of water - mother duck is ushered on and then the ducklings follow. It is a joy to watch.
In another act of kindness friend W rang and asked if I was alright for cash. At the moment we are urged not to deal in cash - but people like the window cleaner and the gardener need cash and I am slowly running out. I am ashamed to say that I have never used a cash machine. Friend W has offered (and the offer has been accepted) to go down during the evening when there will be few about, and get me some money from the machine.
That's what I call being a good friend.
Another friend, who lives just a few doors away, had gone into town this morning and seen my bottle of milk on the doorstep in the sun. When she came back it was still there and when she got home she rang me to tell me. It was warm when I brought it indoors but I hope I was in time.
Now to something really lovely that happened when the postman came - and for which I wanted a photograph.
And which, lo and behold has worked this time. My Grand-daughter, who lives in Glasgow, sketches in her spare time and sketched this birch tree as it was coming into leaf. She sent me a photograph. I admired it and this morning she sent me the page from her sketch book. Also in the parcel was a little bundle of twigs from the tree and a short piece of prose from her tree book: 'Birch has a long tradition of being used to ward off evil.... The birch brings love, beauty and the hope of new beginning into your life'. Also in the parcel was a drawing from my three year old Great Grand daughter which I shall now try to photograph. (will try again later). On these dark days such acts as these bring great cheer to our lives don't they.
The weather today is really beautiful - warm, sunny with barely a breeze. It is difficult to imagine the deadly bug lurking out there - we can't see it. But sadly the roads will become choked with cars again, the air will become polluted again and once the threat has gone and a vaccine has been made - life will go back to normal. Of course we all wish for the latter but I don't expect for one moment that it will have made the world in general think in terms of climate change and the way we continue to pollute the atmosphere.
I forgot my own good deed so am putting it on later. Sorry I still can't post my great grand daughter's painting because my pictures icon seems to have disappeared from my tool bar. However - to my good deed: All winter long a butterfly (tortoiseshell I think) has overwintered with me. For a long time it was 'asleep' at the top of the curtains on my patio doors. Then when it was very warm in the dining room when we were eating one night it awoke and started fluttering round the room. My son caught it for me using the glass and card method and put it out into the garage. This morning I went to the freezer (scampi for lunch) and there it was, fluttering up and down the garage window. Using glass and card method I took it into the front garden and let it go - it flew off into the sunshine. I felt really good. Don't know how long it will survive - but at least it felt the Spring sunshine on its wings.
Thank you to those who told me about finding the photograph in Camera Roll - you will see I found it and it appears at the top of my post - a drawing by my three year old Grand daughter Ula of the bird in the sky, me, her grand dad (my son) and Tess in her basket (she hasn't been to see me since Tess died).