The Old Ways

Had a lot of flowers in the house recently and they have been really special to me so l thought l would save some to make my own potpourri.
For the past three months most of my blips have been from indoors or my garden and now we are self isolating that pattern will continue.
I wish l could get out for a walk but as l can’t leave Mr P that is not to be.
I think l have said before that l don’t find it difficult to find a blip, l always feel they come to me. 
Whether the result is of any merit is obviously up for debate :-))
So in that vein today as l went to open the conservatory door, there lay my flowers : drying and decaying at their own pace, hence my Blip.

What to do in these long and lonely days is not something that has bothered me so far.
Since our circumstances changed suddenly at the end of last year and the start of this  l have learned to work at a different pace. In my old life l was always rushing : being active, being busy, being involved.
Now l work more deliberately, taking time to do tasks at an easier pace. I’m still busy and have found out quickly how all consuming the role of the carer is.
Before l would have described myself as a poor sleeper , awake for many hours each night. Now l have interrupted sleep each night and l sleep with one ear open ( just like a mother with a new baby) but the sleep l do get deeply nourishes me and is enjoyable. I sleep on the sofa and it is so comfy!

We listen to music, l plan and prepare meals with more thought and care and recently l have started reading to Mr P as his eyesight fails. This is a rewarding time for both of us ; it’s a joint pleasure that we can share.
Currently reading The Old Ways - A Journey on Foot by Robert MacFarlane, what a joy of a writer he is.
Our son Tim brought it round for his dad to read but now it’s down to me. Just short sections at a time but the imagery of his excellent writing transports Mr P to different times and places, many he knows first hand and many unknown and intriguing.