Kath Buckley

@buckers2023.bsky.social

Reader, gardener, quilt maker, dog servant. Easily confused. Geriatric hippy. 💙📚

Morning dog walk. Steel grey clouds roll in as we walk, displacing the clear, bright sky above us. A late flowering buddleia in a front garden tempts me to pause and catch its fading scent. Starlings gather along the wires high on the telegraph pole as if formulating a joint plan for the day.

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We debated about fitting a multi-fuel stove in this house then decided against for various reasons. But I still wanted some kind of fireplace so I have fitted this and I think it fits the bill. NB I have also discovered that I do not like tiling and am probably the messiest tiler alive 😂

Wooden fire surround with tiled hearth and back.

I’ve just been told that the pond in the fields behind our house is home to rare great crested newts. How amazing is that! We had a really small one in the garden that I rescued out of the dog’s water bowl. 😧

Morning dog walk. The dark sky suggests the day will be damp and somber. In a front garden a robin sings from a high branch of a young fir tree. Beneath him pass a stream of school pupils seemingly oblivious to his beauty. Unexpectedly the clouds part to reveal the brightness they’d been hiding.

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It is 14 degrees in our house. We do have radiators but unfortunately they are not attached to anything yet. Men are coming to fit the boiler and the pipework on 1st and 2nd October. 🥶🥶🥶

Morning dog walk. The peaceful morning has dawned bright, the vivid blue sky cloudless. A single magpie chatters from a hidden location above us and I wonder if it still counts as ‘One for sorrow’ if it isn’t seen. In the sad garden of the empty house the berries of a Pyracantha gleam defiantly.

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Morning dog walk. As we leave the house a robin serenades us with his autumn song. A pair of removal vans pull up outside a bungalow and I wonder at the story behind and ahead of the move. The huge willow looks magnificent as it towers protectively above the weir and shelters a group of mallards.

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Morning dog walk. Clouds briefly allow the sun its glorious freedom before cruelly confining it again. A silent lone wood pigeon sits peacefully in a young beech tree while a large, fat bodied spider scuttles across our path. Doves gather on the roof of the old mill beneath the towering chimney

A row of white doves sit along the apex of an old mill building

We have French doors! The men arrived at 8am and were finished by 12 noon. They’ve tidied up, stacked all the bricks and arranged for the plasterer to come tomorrow. I haven’t seen such efficiency for a long time.

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Morning dog walk. We pause to chat to a neighbour and the lavender she is trimming fills the air around us with its scent. On a patch of parched straw-coloured grass, damp from yesterday’s rain, a pair of magpies search for nourishment. A small concrete bear sits proudly atop a garden wall.

A small, pale concrete bear sits on top of a brick garden wall. Behind him is a blue sky and a Rowan tree laden with berries.

We have bedroom wallpaper. All we need now is a carpet in there and it will be a functioning room. I can’t wait to get our bedroom furniture out of storage and have a proper bed to sleep in.

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