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Riona ([personal profile] rionaleonhart) wrote2022-03-28 03:56 pm

Then I Came Home And Had A Nice Lunch.

At the weekend I visited my aunt and uncle, who live in the middle of nowhere, or as close to the middle of nowhere as you can get in south-east England.

I looked up at a sky full of stars and picked out Cassiopeia and the Plough.

I saw goldfinches on the bird feeder, and learnt that they annoy my dad because they're not gold; he thinks they should be called red-faced finches.

I wandered the sunlit garden and admired the star magnolia.

I met four sheep, one of whom let me stroke her fleece and pat her horns, although I think she was disappointed that I wasn't offering food.

I went into the woods in search of wild garlic with my cousins, and saw a vast oak that had been blown over in the storms, its torn-up root system taller than I was.

I saw butterflies: two brimstones, a peacock, a comma.

I watched the chickens wreaking havoc on the flowerbeds, having broken into the garden.

I stood among the trees and watched ducks and geese flying overhead.

I cuddled a big black cat, who loves being picked up more than any other cat I've ever met; he was purring cheerfully and trying to nuzzle into my neck.

I love living in London, but I've barely left it since the pandemic hit, and I hadn't realised how much I'd missed seeing other places. It felt really good to be somewhere else for a little while, away from everything. I had a really nice couple of days. I just wanted to record that here.
apiphile: (maurice)

[personal profile] apiphile 2022-03-29 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
I looked up at a sky full of stars and picked out Cassiopeia and the Plough.

That's close to my limit of astronomy too.

I met four sheep, one of whom let me stroke her fleece and pat her horns, although I think she was disappointed that I wasn't offering food.

That's still a highly tolerant sheep in my experience!

I cuddled a big black cat, who loves being picked up more than any other cat I've ever met; he was purring cheerfully and trying to nuzzle into my neck.

WAH. ENVY.
apiphile: (these bloody men)

[personal profile] apiphile 2022-03-30 12:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yep, that's the only other constellation I can reliably identify and yep, that's what happens when I try to find the pole star as well. God help us if we're ever lost in the wilds together.