Britain has experience an atrocious weather the last 24 hours, with winds up to 165 miles per hour, 50 000 people without power, roads and schools closed, fallen trees, buildings and cars damaged. Winter has certainly arrived to our shores. Here in London we are as usual somewhat sheltered against the worst of the weather, but we have felt the wind here too! I had a stroll in my garden today, but I made it a quick one as the wind was so cold I just could not bear it.
And that means no photos from my garden today, although there is always something flowering in my garden, no matter what time of year it is. I did notice several of my roses are still bearing both buds and flowers, and the cyclamens are looking lovely. The thought of getting my camera out was just unthinkable so I decided to put together a little movie with photos from past years instead. The movie shows how my garden has developed since 2005, and also how it changes with the seasons. Any annoying adds popping up? Just click the x inside the add and it will disappear.
I hope you enjoyed the music as well as the photos; it was ‘The Swan’ from The Carnival of the Animals, a musical suite of fourteen movements by the French Romantic composer Camille Saint-Saëns. I usually add classical music to my movies, and I especially like music with cello solos, as I used to play cello myself. That is a long time ago though, in something that feels like another life now; before my hands decided to stop cooperating with me. I still enjoy listening to classical music, and so does my cat, funnily enough! Every time I put on some music he will come and lie next to me, just like he does when I talk on the phone. I wonder if he thinks I am making the sound?? He obviously likes the music, he even comes running down the stairs when I put classical music on, if he happens to be sleeping upstairs! Cats are funny animals, aren’t they? :-)
This post is going to be a short one, I’ve got a looong day at the hospital tomorrow again, am going to see my physiotherapist at UCH in Central London, which means hospital transport and lots of waiting and hanging about. And being Friday and bad weather you can be sure that the rush traffic home is going to be murder. I don’t expect to be home until 7:30 pm at least. Last Friday it was nearly 8:00 pm before I put the key in my door. I better find my bed, until next time, take care :-)