I posted almost a year ago about the transitions in friendship that I was experiencing and fearing and celebrating and becoming aware of throughout the process of, first, my retirement, and then our big move. I'm hoping to follow up soon with another post. For now, I'll just say that I feel richly blessed with friendships in ways that I couldn't have anticipated -- perhaps not even have appreciated -- two years ago.
3. When I posted about post-travel fatigue, about how it combined with my entertaining and catch-up efforts our first week home to lay me out flat, "SmitoniusandSonata" wisely commented that "Just stretching out on the sofa , reliving it all is called for ... two trips for the price of one"
And that comment really resonated with me, made me aware of how much I still have to integrate, how much this trip is still working away inside me, demanding to be narrated, if only to myself. I'm trying to make a bit of time for this, despite my current Real Life calling me back. Wednesday's photo-heavy post about our train ride through Slovenia is an example of that effort. So is scrolling through the too-many photos I took, deciding which to delete.
Most likely to be deleted are the numerous screenshots taken to capture Google Map's directions to get where we were going without gobbling up too much data enroute. This one represented an easy jaunt, the tricky part coming in trying to park the car. . . .
When I first saw them, clustered in fives or sevens or even, shudder, tens, on the underside of hydrangea leaves, I thought they were grubs, although we never saw them move. But there was evidence of some chomping all over, and the hydrangea seemed poorly overall. We removed them manually -- again, ugh! shudder! yuck! -- and have been combing the shrub daily to pull off encouragingly decreasing numbers of them.
We're hoping that doing our best to keep the numbers down for the next generation, and supporting the shrub as best we can through this season might be enough to let Nature sort itself out. I never used pesticides in our old garden, being able to count on the natural balance and a relaxed approach to imperfection. I sense this may not be so easy in our smaller space where we lack the predators such as snakes, wasps, dragonflies, and insect-eating birds that used to help keep the pest numbers down. We'll see. . . . Any thoughts? Suggestions? Experience with the dreaded Hydrangea Scale. . .
5. Heading out to meet my friend the other day, I caught a glimpse of my hair in the mirror, registered how long it's got again, that it's almost back to the length it was before I chopped it off to begin the Great Greying Project
So there we are -- Five Things Friday, and it's almost the weekend. Here in Vancouver, at least, we have sunshine at a very comfortable 23 degrees, and I'm about to get out in it. You know what I'm going to say now: if you have a minute, I'd love to hear what you're up to, whether you have plans for the weekend, whether you've ever struggled with Google Map directions whether in your own or in a completely foreign language, whether you've been thinking about friendships, fighting hydrangea scale, growing your grey. . . . or just want to wave hello. Posts upcoming on most of those topics, but for now. Happy Friday to all of you!