#1280 theoldmortuary ponders.

May is always my favourite month. 31 days of gorgeousness. I have been nurturing two climbing roses since my birthday in November. This one is called Claire Austin, she has been chosen for beauty and practicality. She is a spiky and reliable woman. Chosen to clamber onto a garage roof and deter the local cats from using our yard as a latrine. Not the most glamorous of jobs for such a beauty. I am still painting Turneresque images . 250 years ago when Turner was a visitor to Plymouth my back yard would have just a rocky outcrop surrounded by sea on three sides. Claire Austin would have been scrambling over rocks and turning her many pretty heads to the sun, I gave her a little bit of Turner yesterday.

The other rose is also growing but does not have a single flower head. The name ‘ Crepuscule’ is an odd word that makes me think of grumpiness. So far this rose is living up to the sensation of the name. Sturdy green growth but no sign of glamour or effort to climb anywhere. No background painting for the grumpy one . Instead, I picked some Arum Lillies at the Tennis Club. Cool white beauties under trees in an old quarry. Probably the quarry where the rock that was used to build my house was quarried from.

I blooming love May.

#904 theoldmortuary ponders

First , proper sunshine swim of the year yesterday. We thought it would never come. The refreshing end to a day with the normal day to day events all achieved without a raincoat or indeed any coat at all. Even better the stone steps and walls in our swim zone had been warmed by the sun and radiated a little heat out as we changed after the ‘bob’

May the 4th be with you. A late start to Spring.

Thanks to Facebook Timehop I have been able to look at other more Spring-like May 4ths.

A vintage road trip

A Fox on the table.

Both London May 4th’s

Wisteria

And a delightful English Eccentric

Both West Country May 4th’s.

Who knows what today will bring but I am hugely happy that one of my favourite months has finally heralded some Spring Vibes. We have a destination of choice and so far, as I write this the weather of choice and we are off to enjoy a Christmas gift.

For full disclosure, I must admit to getting a little over-hot as I weeded the yard yesterday. The irony was not lost on me as that thought skimmed through my head.

4 days late welcoming May, what kept you?

Even my phone got a little giddy in the sunlight yesterday. This photograph took itself as I threw the phone into my swim bag.

Giddy is one of my favourite words, in my head it means silly exuberance caused by an external force. When I was a small person I was often told to ” Stop playing the giddy goat”

Are goats giddy creatures? My only real experience of them is at Agricultural shows or in Greece. In those environments, they always seem rather doleful animals. 50% of them suffering from over-large and cumbersome testicles.

Goats came to mind and then giddiness because two of our regular ‘bobbers’ were unable to swim with us yesterday . They sent this picture of their walk in Sussex.

© Gill/Marianne Bobber

No idea at all why I went down this particular Goat Path for the blog.

The Goat Path. Topsham.

But it is Saturday and the sun is out and who doesn’t need to know about Giddy Goats?

https://idiomorigins.org/origin/actplay-the-giddy-goat

May the 4th be with you