Autumn Cottage Diarist

Every Day We (Can) Begin Again

Daffodils breaking out under the old apple tree in the sharp acid light of early spring

I love this saying, attributed to St Benedict...so forgiving, so understanding of human frailty, of the desire to get it right when we wake up – and the knowledge that we have just not achieved what we hoped for by the end of the day. But rather than beating ourselves up about it, we can follow Benedict’s exhortation to “begin again” the next day... 

Or in my case, several weeks, which have once again slipped by since I wrote anything here. Oh, I have several drafts about the things that I have done in the interim – the fascinating day symposium held at the university of Winchester in preparation for the Good Friday performance, though the city, of “The Passion”, the reading, reading, reading for the core module of my university course, the attempts to get motivated to start to knock that herb and veg garden into shape, the revelations leading to explorations that I have encountered as a result of meeting and being taught by feminist theologians, who have brought a whole other world of knowledge that I had been unaware of before my eyes and mind. 

All exciting and engaging stuff – but stuff that has taken me on a different path to the blogging topics that I have pursued up until now. The weather (always a good escape route for a Brit!) has also been unpredictable, and very cold recently (snow on Easter Day) so I have not been “out and about” for several weeks now. 

But here I am – and this day I “begin again” to document some events at Autumn Cottage and the ramifications in the journey of this midlife lady. For those of you who have read in the past, thank you for faithfully looking in here again. To those of you who have been kind enough to leave comments, please accept an apology if I have not replied, which is wholly my own disorganised fault – I hope it will not deter you from writing again. And to those of you who are straying past and peeking in at this Autumn Cottage Diary for the first time, welcome – I am an intermittent and haphazard poster – but I am delighted that you are here, please call in again (That goes for everyone!)

The archway into the herb garden, waiting for a rose to grow over it

Oh, My Sides Hurt!

Taking a mosey around the blogs in an idle moment (or sixty) this evening, surfing awhile, I came across Arse Poetica  (A glorious name - I wish I'd thought of it!) - and have been rocking in my chair holding my sides ever since. I just had to come to tell you all about it (OK, you probably all know about it already, being more savvy than me!).It's a wonderful place - the author has a healthy distain for exactly the same people and institutions as I do - so she MUST be right, RIGHT?!

(icon taken from above blog without permission - so please go visit to absolve me!)