I find it strange that I absolutely cannot
abide cockchafers but have no problem at all with rosechafers - in fact, I rather like them, they look like little ambulatory jewels...
Yet again, Tuesday was the new Monday, and much shopping was accomplished. And Sainsbug had lots of specials, which is always satisfying. But that took up all of the morning and left me knackered (I really
must stop trying to carry so much! It's not good for me any more).
Made an interesting little find in the St Pete's Hospice charity shop though - a pair of avocado bowls. That is, bowls for holding halved avocados, that also look like halved avocados... I have this strange - passion is the wrong word, it's nowhere near as strong as that... urge, perhaps - to have the correct and unique tool for the job at hand. When it comes to crockery, we usually use the black Luminarc octagonal stuff that was a wedding present (not least because it's glass and doesn't make that mind-crunching squeal when cutlery scrapes it that I find most ceramic crockery makes. It's a sound that hurts my teeth) but when appropriate I also have: clear glass corn on the cob plates, shaped like the vegetable but smooth on the inside with the bobbly bits on the
outside so the butter doesn't get wasted; a set of melon bowls, decorated like halved melons and with large-serrated edges; a very sharp, very fine tomato knife that is
only used for tomatoes; even a different mug for different drinks (Wendy's black-with-purple-unicorn birthday present for ordinary coffee; a glass Bodum mug for 'real' coffee; Sue's 'Bodie moment' Yule present for soups; a small, lidded, blue and white dragon-decorated mug from Simone in Germany for herbal teas; little Indian teapot and yunomi for sencha and jasmine teas; and the Haadri mug for chocolate drinks with skooshy cream and sugar-free marshmallows). [bemused] Am I getting obsessively pernickity in me old age?
The attitude carries over to other things, as well. It's why I don't watch films on my computer - that's what the TV is for, my machine is for work. OK, for fun too, but not for watching films. Except maybe YouTube snippets. And it's why I like my phone and my camera to be separate, even though I freely admit that cameras with phones are a terrific invention.
Does this make me the opposite of a Swiss Army Knife, or its human incarnation?
On a less philosophical note, one of my cacti is flowering! It's the first time for this particular plant. A very pretty colour, I think. If it opens fully (and there have been occasions when they haven't) I'll take another photo.
I can take a break from the garden for a few days - other than tending the greenhouse, of course, and the new plantings - since we've accomplished everything we'd planned for this month. It's a nice feeling. Though I still have to sort out Roeg's Pool, and tackle the somewhat overgrown rockery, but these are less time sensitive, and can be taken at a more leisurely pace.
Speaking of leisurely, I shall try for an earlier night (once I've finished my chamomile tea, served, of course, in Simone's mug!) Lots to do tomorrow...
Labels: garden, obsession, plants
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Joules *Dances with Haddock* Taylor
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