Foxgloves

Even though it was only 10am when I went to feed the birds this morning, the garden was already abuzz with insects. This year seems particularly good for them and, for a person who enjoys a breeze in her room, this isn't good news. I live my life with my window open, it's very rare that it's shut. Especially while Lizzie is at Uni, both of the top floors windows stay open most of the day, and the doors between our rooms also remain so. The added bonus of my parents being away this week (returning tomorrow), also means that I have no disturbance from my little brother just down the stairs.

The bugs, however, seem attracted to my room. I have no idea why; Thor is cleaned out every few days, and the room doesn't have anything particularly pungent in a good sense either. Yet, for the past few days there seem to be a couple of flies wandering aimlessly in squares around my room. They're right at head height when I stand up too.

Some part of me is glad that they're about though (not in my room, outside). I mean, without them I wouldn't see my favourite flowers beginning to bloom; that foxglove, this row of tulips. I adore foxgloves. This probably stems from my favourite Beatrix Potter story: Jemima Puddle-Duck. Mr Tod or "The Foxy Gentleman" as Jemima calls him, was always my favourite character, and the clearing in which he lived was absolutely beautiful. I just loved the foxgloves and windflowers in general. In gardens in general, I have a love of the uncultivated natural beauty of which the epitome is (I believe) the foxglove (though closely followed by giant thistles (I really hate the small ones because they're a nightmare for bare-feet, one of the only things I still dislike with a vengeance)).

Though I enjoy a breeze, I have to admit that the one blowing through the top floor this week has been a bit harsh. My display of origami dragons keeps getting tangled up, which is not fun. I'm a perfectionist, and seeing them like that makes me feel annoyed to a small degree.

Still, today has been a good day in general, and a last day of solitude before the rabble return. Tomorrow should be a lot of fun too, Chinese with friends, always good. Noodles here I come :)