When I visited Rose last night, I
saw some baskets she had – also woven, but with flat strips of bark or
something, rather than round sticks; that felt and looked a lot nicer to me
than the woven wicker look. It was also quite an intricate pattern, not a
simple weave but more like a plait. I tried to see how it was done, but
couldn’t work it out. I’ve searched online, but couldn’t find anything that
quite fitted. However, I believe that with some experience and practice, I can
design patterns myself.
I woke up even earlier, but made the
mistake of turning over. I had another one of my ideas last night, too – but I
went and got my notepad and wrote it down, after that, it didn’t keep me awake.
The idea I had was for a
photo-collection of Abby for Rose; building a frame in which she could
interchange the photos – it was quite a complex design, though. I spent all
morning going through all my photos since I’ve moved here looking for any with
Abby in them. There aren’t many, since she was very shy. But I did find a few
really nice ones, I arranged them in a word document adding different frames
around them – it turned out really pretty. Then I went hunting for my
photo-paper … only to find that either it’s finished or I already packed it. I
opted for thick, almost cardboard like, paper instead.
Rose really liked it. I even found a
very old one from January 2017 with Abby and Ziva resting a short distance
apart in the garden – I didn’t realise Ziva has been around such a long time!
During the load shedding from noon
till half three, I looked at the basket – but I’ve run into a problem there. So
I called a friend instead. I’d been meaning to let her know that I would be
moving, for quite a while – but in the evenings, I always get caught up with
something or other and forget. We had a nice long chat and she even came up
with an improvement on one of my ideas – which I wrote down immediately.
The mowers were here again this
morning, fortunately I had moved our Gem Squash out of harms way. When they
left I put it back, crawling along the gutter trying to reach Rose’s courtyard!
It’s still not quite ripe, so we’ll give it a few more days.
I also trimmed another carnation
down to a stub and filled another glass with flowers in my window sill. It’s
really depressing, taking apart my garden like that. I distributed the last
compost among the flower pots as well as some fertilizer and filled the last
bowl with potting soil – now I can start raiding Rose’s garden for succulents
to take along. I managed to transplant one of the wild lily-like flowers now
growing everywhere along the fence, hopefully it will survive and thrive; then
drop seeds in the pot to grow more next year again. They are really quite
extraordinary!
I’ve watered the garden with two
curious mips underfoot. It’s not been a good day – everywhere I look is just
depressing. I remember walking around my garden with my camera finding
something interesting here, there and everywhere. Now, everywhere I see empty
patches, possibly some seeds, but nothing really interests or excites me
anymore. It’s like I’m saying goodbye already … not au revior but goodbye
forever.
I’m feeling really low today, I can’t
really say why. The whole day I’ve just ‘taken the body, hoping that the mind
would follow’ in everything I pushed myself to do, but instead of following the
mind kept sinking.
Rose was telling me she’s worried
about Frankie, he’s not quite himself today – I’m finding the same about Ziva.
She’s not eating her ‘treats’ – she doesn’t even eat the jelly and gravy, not
last night and not tonight either.
I’ll try for another early night and
hope that we’re feeling better tomorrow.
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