10 things that I like

I’ve been tagged by Hannah to do a post called “10 things that make me happy”. I had to check what it meant to be “tagged” and to “do a post”, but now I know so here you are.

1. H.
2. History. I like knowing what happened and why. And what else might have happened and why it didn’t. Although Jonathan says I use history as a weapon.
3. Letter boxes and much other street furniture. No really. Most people don’t believe that the Letter Box Study Group exists.
4. Alasdair Gray is one of my favourite authors (but only one of them).
5. The Fenton, Leeds is often a rather ghastly pub, but I have a deep sentimental attachment to it as it was one of the very first pubs I went to in town, in 1979, and is distinguished by being the place where my daughter learned to crawl. Lots and lots of other things have happened there – space and discretion do not permit.
6. Russian composers whose names begin with S. Although I don’t claim to know of them all.
7. My grandson, whose name is an anagram of Linear Love Rod (although he doesn’t know that yet).
8. Things to do with bikes, especially riding them.
9. Things I grow in the garden
10. My bees. I’ve only had them 6 months and I’m not sure I’m very good at them yet, but my, they are fascinating.

The way this works is that if you’re tagged here, you too have to do such a post. Let me know.

Ethiopia

The cats may have figured out that something is going on. Or is about to.

Note the copy of "Fundamentals of Statistical Language Processing" on the table.

Spring

It is gratifying that Spring always does arrive eventually. The best evidence is the reawakening of bloggers, I suppose.

I took quite some care over the patches outside the dining room window, and it has repaid. the strawberries are going to be good later in the year, but I do rather like the snowdrops.

But imagine my delight on approaching the hive to see that, there were hods of corpses outside (bad news?). Clearing up, I removed the mouse guard to take the casulaties away from the entrance - an angry horde emerged!


Routinely taking the roof off, for the first time I saw LOADS OF BEES, drinking down the lovely fondant. I understand that's what they are supposed to do at this time of year.



Keep your wings crossed.