From amany abundantly

amount of new born chicks born, then left abandoned to the baby bunnies images all soft and downy ... The rainy day today belies spring is about ... 

The question oft of how we start off in the evolutionary cycle where many want to nurture and cuddle us at the start of our life... but not always so at the end if we get to the decrepit stage ... 

....and a lot in between ... ! 

And like the beautiful abandoned chicks ... lack of empathy for profit over nurture in the food chain .... 

The banner today on the Facebook profile ...Autism speaks different.... not less ... just one example how complex this nurture capability is in the scheme of life ... 

A myriad of thoughts in brief .... this day .... 

The food waste

beyond ones control ...

The little and often times this happens. A lot give no thought to this. After not having things a while, for us it is different. I had to repurchase to a little of what I fancied. And now with the rearrangement of much this week, I am finally in the usual, usual countdown mode. Including the waste in food when you are ill and can't be bothered to divide things up where purchases are hard for one, etc. 

For me it is always ahead of a usual schedule ... my thoughts very much in the way. The accounting for this in the wind down of time from one place to another ... and the heap of food and drinks out of alignment this time round ... 

The clearing out of the groceries that deteriorate quickly if left not in use ... not in the usual usability turnaround of late .... I am finally re-establishing   .... 

Remembering a

time where things were different, then different and now completely different again, though getting on with the journeys planned. In all realms. The critical, the anger tinge in a day full of blessings. 

The movies of classics that are very enjoyable to watch as one is pleased to. The reading I have managed to do, of high interest to my own circumstances.....

....  How widows are treated in times gone and other cultures! This makes for a more appealing time that I have, than the way others treat this status in such contempt. 

Conclusion on

how, what, where a funeral will be ... and the preps of food wishes whilst I sit in another home awhile ... with Nemo for company ... 

I will find the hamster ball hilarious. I only hope I don't lose the boy when transferring, being the dwarf variety ... they are quick! 

North, south and west

all in preparation for the coming together of the clans ...The kiddie starting her hols a tad later. I am still heading North via tube and train 

We then take a road trip back down and across from this ... The zig zag path of roads, rail new on old and new, new ... 

I packed up a while ago. The germs taken hold and a schedule busy. The necessity in emotional times I now have to manage with plenty of space in time ... 

50 50 fibre

in bread refine ... a pot roast to entice the stuttering mood in this countdown phase most would enjoy for a break away ... 

The anxious in the anxuios. The mindfulness not set, yet. The sun is beaming outside, the ice in iclecles of this particular heart not yet melted from the rage within. Wobbly is not explainable enough ... The avalanche of a riveting experience that brings much tension in excitement of change with past currents riding the present ... with a scattering of post bug ills sprinkled for bad measure ... 

Imagine going to a place

unnecessary for  the best part of a day ... when there is a place nearer home. It does not make sense for those that really need assistance... for the few who fake it ... The test within the test ... the pattern of behaviour from the reverse vantage point in a life of a personality change related to trauma ... 

Made in Memory ...

Time afoot

to organise myself... that is a laugh ... for the return of juggles in jostling with routines. The time to expose to environmental changes that challenge me somewhat ... it is like today, I may notice the sunshine ... today I am not bothered. 

However I need to gear meself up for the process of a lot of travel from A to B ... starting again next week. I cannot be lost in the past. I require to be in the present. 

A present disjointed abruptly in slow actions of others ... 

Casting a shadow

though I am to step out wide again ... I am at my whim. The quandaries disruption... The knowledge only someone will do sonetimg if they like! I will do whether I like .... 

Nostalgia in plans

though many anew in these times. The path well trodden to not. How unbelievably these times are missing, but not. The awash of ideas. The next timeline in the drudge. The continuing 'Hey up, me duck' now imprinted from time anew in the North of England. And soon to be reacquainted plans to rid this home of much, in the restart of others again ... 

The path never really travelled alone... the buoyant heed of kin keeping me afloat afar in near ... 

Palm Trees

... Harbours .... Dunes and work on the doom bar at the very start of this year current .... in the north Coast of Kernow

Coffee houses, tea rooms around the counties ... now for some further aims besides these ... the peaks of Bodmin moor of Rough Tor and Brown Willy. The coastline line of Tintagel and Boscastle. I have not been to Boscastle since it was awash on the news. This will have changed the landscape ... from those roof top rescues that time. 

St Nectars glen ... And waterfalls in Devon and Wales too are beckoning ....

The only trouble my sister is more of a retail queen, than a brisk walk on the coast in cold times ... and warm times ... 

I must not do a disservice. The banter we have. And the fact she has briefly awaited in the cold before trotting back to the car to give me time in reawakening my time in our area ... at Godrevy, Daymer, Padstow, Penzance, Truro and much more ...