Yesterday I stopped off in Gayfield Square (most famous for Gayfield Square Police Station and Inspector Rebus) to enjoy the blossom. There isn’t really much out at the moment. Crocuses seem to have been and gone.
I then turned off the Square to have a keek at Gayfield House. I have I confess a weakness for little Georgian Houses. When I was growing up a family friend lived in the most darling one on Bernard’s Row and I’m afraid its now seared into my mind as the most perfect of abodes. Beautifully proportioned. This poor dear went through a bad time of it before being rescued and is somewhat beset by ugly neighbours.
Causewayside by Anne Redpath
I love this picture. Today is slightly springlike. And great drama due to the eclipse. Pictures later. I keep on wanting to look at things which make me feel good. It may be springlike today but winter seems to have gone on for a long time . My internal winter has gone on for a very long time. Illness has dragged on and on, and meanwhile the everyday stuff of life must be delt with, loo roll buying, provisioning, work.To be honest the cleaning apart from the bare minimum has gone by the wayside. Days are punctuated by rests before energy can be gathered for work. And sadly more often than not social occasions are turned down as I conserve what energy I do have for the essentials.
What to do? How to live? How to have a good life? Where to expend one’s limited energy? All questions which swill around my brain. To be answered sometime into the future.