Morning all,
It's a very very early morning as I've been awake since 4.30am and I have given up trying to go back to sleep. Hence this early post!
The birds are being extremely noisy outside my window so I have opened the curtains to see what is going on and I'm amazed to see such a clear blue sky at such an early hour. The more I listen to the noises outside the more I can hear. The bird themselves are making all manner of noises,the hum of the traffic is gradually getting louder and I just heard the boiler click into action ready to heat the water for another day.
Talking of birds...I have a real fear/phobia of birds. I don't know why. I don't mind little birds but I am scared of any birds that are black. I am especially scared of dead birds. I'm actually scared of any dead animal to be truthful but birds and rats etc are my biggest dread.
Anyway, our garden is full of life at the moment and I was delighted to see that we had a pigeon nesting in our tree again. Last year we had a pigeon in the same tree that hatched her egg and then the baby died and the mum flew away and never returned so I was pleased to see another nest being built.
Sadly, the magpies have got to the nest and I came home yesterday to find the nest on the grass and the remains of an egg amid the mess. I'm blaming the magpies without any proof but I know what they're like!
Last week, when I was sitting in the garden, I saw a fat baby bird sitting in the hedge. He was sitting in the sun, bold as brass, chirping away. He had two fluffy bits on his head and he was being fed sporadically by his parents.
I have kept an eye on this little fellow and he has been in the garden for most of the week and turns up at odd times. He seems bold but he is probably naive and has no idea what dangers lurk in the big wide world but at least he is still around. I've become strangely attached to the little chap so I hope he stays in the garden for a little while longer.
Weird that my bird phobia doesn't include this little character don't you think? I'm not saying that I could touch him or anything but I'm not scared of him which is surprising to me.
Moving on from the ridiculous early mornings, I thought I should mention my hair!
I have been fighting the good fight against my ever greying hair for many years and recently decided to stop trying to cover up my almost totally grey hair and let nature do it's thing.
I was having to dye my hair more and more often to cover the rampaging grey stuff and I really was getting uncomfortable with using such strong chemicals on my hair. The chemicals were often so strong that they would take my breath away and that can't be good.
So now I am as nature intended and I have an almost totally grey head of hair. Thanks to genetics I think it was always going to be this way. Dad was grey from his 40s I think and Mum wasn't far behind. I recently saw a photo of my brother and he appears to be totally grey now too so it's not just me.
Now, I really don't mind being grey but I have days when I look in the mirror and think
a) I look old
b) I look more like Mum than ever
c) what can I do to add a bit of colour to my visage?
I'm not, and never have been, into beauty, cosmetics and so on. It always seems to be a lot of hassle for minimal effect - lip balm and mascara is usually the best I can do unless it's a special occasion - but should I now start to do more to make up for the lack of colour in my hair? I probably should but probably won't is the honest answer. I wouldn't know where to start and I'm not great at doing things on a permanent basis so I expect I shall just carry on as usual and occasionally smile when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and see my Mum smiling back at me!
On a totally different subject, I recently emailed friends and family to ask them if they would answer 4 questions for me. The questions were simple and straightforward. The subject related to something that I am very aware of.
After trying ( and failing ) to ask the questions via Facebook ( I won't be doing that again. Way too complicated) I emailed a selected group of people. Some family, some friends, some males and some females.
Not only was I keen to see the answers, I was interested to see who would take the time to reply to the questions. There were people that I knew would respond and there were people that I knew wouldn't. I was pleasantly surprised by the number of people that took the time to answer my questions and reply.
My questions were part of a process of me trying to understand myself and to try to move forward and I think that I am well on the way.
Do you know what? Life is good and life is for living. It may not always be as you imagined it would be but that's what makes it so special and exciting. Enjoy the good times and grin and bear the bad days.
Well, I may just try and go back to sleep now or I may get up and walk the dog. The choice is mine!
Have a fab day
Xxxxx
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