Sitting by the open patio door eating my breakfast I am serenaded again by 'my' beautiful Song Thrush ('he sings each song twice over, lest he can ne'er recapture that first fine, careless rapture). To think that for years we had not heard a Song Thrush at the farm on our morning walks and now - only three fields away - I am hearing one almost every morning and have been watching Song Thrush babies being fed in my garden; and all this on a housing estate too.
There was a pleasant chill in the air first thing this morning but now, at half past eight, the cloudy sky is gradually clearing and the sun is coming out and it is destined to be another scorching hot day. Last evening I watered the part of the garden I can easily reach with the hose pipe. The pressure on my new tap is quite low as the water comes from the tank in the roof, but it is easier than hauling the watering can up steps. I suspect that any day now a Hose Pipe Ban with come into place - it has already done so in some areas of the country. Then it will be - water the courgettes and gro bag beans with cans of water (hard work for me).
Yesterday at coffee a friend told how she had heard good advice on the radio about walking dogs in hot weather. Go out on to a pavement in the sun and put the back of your hand flat onto the path and hold it there for five seconds. If the pavement feels very hot to your hand and almost burns it then don't expect your dog to walk on there in the heat of the day!
The Marestail weed in my garden has now totally reacted to the spray put on last Monday by the gardener and is shrivelled, brown and seemingly dead. You and I know better of course! It is only sleeping and as I write those pre-historic roots are planning to re-emerge. But we shall be ready and waiting with a second application of weedkiller,and a third, and a fourth. Somehow between us D, the gardener, and I will beat it (fingers crossed).
A totally free day today suggests I may drive into town to buy a Times newspaper to add to today's Guardian already delivered. I am ashamed to say that I have almost the whole of this month's Book
Club book to read. 'The Leopard' by Giuseppe Tomasi di Lampedusa is an interesting read: not a book I would ever have chosen to read but 'good for me to have read'. I am aiming at a chapter a day. I am told that the title should have been 'The Ocelot' but that the publishers on its reissue (it is a Vintage Classic re-issue) thought it would sell more easily if it was called The Leopard!
Have a good day whatever the weather in your part of the world.
January 4, 2023: With gratitude to Rebecca Solnit / Reruns from January 30, 31 and February 1, 2, 3, 4, 2007: Mona Lisa and the Clown and the Cool Rain of the Law (1985), Woman Trying to Remember What She is Trying to Forget (1986), Painting in America (1986), Full Moon, Chair and Planter Rising (1986), Church of the Holy Contradiction, and Untitled Scene (1986)