Garden Mirror 2

Garden Mirror 1

A change of activity today. Trawling the garden, looking through the lens of a different camera. What have I not been doing over the past year? It is so strange to suddenly not work on something that I have worked on for a long time; and which now is out in the world, among strangers, in a universe I no longer understand from up here in the Scottish Borders, moreover a universe that I do not recognise from what it was long ago. I don’t like change. If something works one way, why do it another way? But that is just part of the not reading the instructions attitude. SO, having lost the camera manual, I bought a different manual, and its dinky erudition suits me fine. A beautiful day. My husband is out tending the vegetable plot, which is flourishing. The battered blackbird, Miss Ruche, with her back skull pink and bare from flying into the window many years ago, is the first to the bird table. She has her own small patch too, just outside the studio door, with her special sprinkling of mealworms and her bowl of water. Another blackbird seems to have caught the tameness and hovers nearby. We are OK, and the madness is for the moment elsewhere.