Archives for posts with tag: trees

Planting trees in the local park. I planted oak trees and dogwood and they will be there for hundreds of years after I’m gone. I feel so wholesome and lovely.

Bread, butter, pesto.

Delicious Turkish with Rosie. Including feta ice cream.

Cuddling a Christmas dog during my haircut.
The evening light. The way it hit the bright tree against the old church against the blue sky.
Doing some yoga again. Finally.

Going outside and seeing yellow leaves.
The happy man singing outside on the street.
Finishing the dungarees for Fred. They are so adorable.
Hannah is in London. She bought me beautiful flowers and we chatted and then we went for dinner with Jo and Jonny and it was just lovely to be together.

The yellow leaves from the tree outside my bedroom blowing off and into my window.
Little bubbles from the washing up liquid.
Kombucha. It seemed to help my ear and throat.

Having the window a little bit open and hearing a pigeon rustling about in the tree outside, munching on the red berries.

Breaking out the emergency Japanese chocolate.

That warm cosy feeling you get sheet a shower halfway through the day.

Choosing a path through the park on the way home. At 4pm.

My first mulled wine of the season. In a tipi, on a roof.

Jonathan coming in, immediately pleased that we might be rid of Claudia in a month.

More autumn leaves on the Gruffalo trail.

Pulling faces with Fred in selfie mode.

Our huge pile of toilet roll.

The beautiful autumn leaves and low sun.

Fred. When he smiled and laughed with me.

And when he walked into the glass door.

A long walk in the woods with Jim. Yellow leaves, grey sheep and green fields.

A home cooked Sunday lunch with loads of gravy.

No headphones, no traffic. Just quiet.

Two hours walking round Hampstead Heath in the sun, taking photos of the beautiful autumn leaves.

Baked apples, from Jonny.

Jen cheering me up with emails to a straight woman.

This amazingly coloured tree.

Sewing vulvas and listening to podcasts.

Focusing on her nails on my scalp during my haircut.

Saw some big leaves.

I don’t have to wait for ages for counseling.

He offered to come with me.

Birds singing during my morning meditation.

Walking through the park in the sun, my feet bouncing on the compacted mud, looking at the autumn leaves.

A hot chocolate with Adam. Which accidentally made me too chatty.

Sending snorting pig videos to James.

Taking a walk through the park in the afternoon to clear my head. And standing in the warmth of the sun.

The last 5 minutes of work, chatting and laughing and remembering why is nice to talk and laugh.

The Women’s Forum. Being part of another feminist, female space. And getting BGP into the office. Hopefully.

Autumn leaves. So bright and colourful.

Walking through the park on the way home. Smelling the nature smells, looking into the pond and feeling quiet.

Sewing vulvas, on the floor of my living room, listening to podcasts.

A walk round the park, leaning against my favourite tree.

Christmas vulva hymns lols with Jonny. La la la la laaa, la la la laaabia.

Sewing a little vulva Christmas tree decoration in my plant-y living room, with candles and fairy lights aglow.

Fresh air and great mossy bark.Sewing. Finally fixed my PJs.Drag Race UK. SO much funnier than I was expecting.

Walking along the parkland walk, veering off and up along the side, in between the trees.

More chats with Charlie and Jana over amazing Chinese food for Ming’s birthday.

Mashed potato.

Hot sun, autumn breeze, blue sky.

Holly smashing the vase in the sink.

Sugary, dunked Oreo’s.

The slight autumn feel to the golden leaves on the floor.

The squirrel with two massive nuts in his mouth.

I’m trying a new deodorant and it’s an eco one. It’s not exactly working but I quite enjoyed the smell of my armpits today.

New mug. And she looks perfect.

A massage.

And the walk there, along the old railway track. A route I haven’t felt able to walk in a while. So that was nice.

Lunchtime reading in the park.

Finishing my embroidery.

Dogs with beards.

A walk around the park, touching trees, peeling bark and singing out loud.

My new suitcase arrived. I think I’m maybe ready for Georgia?

Finally made good humus.

Lovely leaves.

First haircut without the mole. So much less stressful.

Jonny’s home! And he likes his spicy cheese.

Super fast efficient NHS. Less than 24 hours later and I’m having my head mole blasted with liquid nitrogen.

Another lunch park day.

Cute photos of baby Han and her cool dad.

Sitting in the park at lunch, reading in the sun with a breast feeding woman next to me.

Feeling like I’m pushing for something at work. It was a long old day but it was good.

Walking back from the pool after work, through the park in the evening sunlight. I’m glad I went.

The idea that I might be able to buy a house. In Islington.

The abundance of blossom everywhere. Fleeting and beautiful.

Not listening to anything. Just silence

My boobs illustration! Looks amazing.

Going for a walk along the railway line in the sun

Going for a second walk and smelling the grass

Yoga. For courage. Perfectly timed.

Freddie smacking himself in the head with a wooden spoon whilst playing the saucepans

Walking in the woodsLols with some of the eggsFleabag. When she drops the award. When she stands up in the Quaker meeting.

Walking down the beautifully blossomed streets to pick up post.

The pavement telling me to enjoy it.

Charlie humping the other dog