Windy.

I came downstairs this morning to find yet another container occupier by a cat. Speedy was quite cosy in his new home.

I was saddened when I looked out of the window and saw this sparrowhawk. It was still warm when I picked it up but its neck was broken. Either it had not seen the glass or more likely it was attacking its reflection.  

A cold wind has been blowing for most of the day but there were a lot of sunny spells. After doing some gardening, deadheading the santolina, edging a lawn and a little weeding, I found myself a sheltered spot where I could read in the sun. 

The butterflies were making the most of the sunny spells on the pink buddlia bush.  

After a restful time outside I did come in and do some work on my journal. I read through 6 months worth of blog posts and relived a time when this house was filled with teenagers either happily shooting at each other or making and playing music while I kept them fed with lots of home cooking.  Happy memories. 

Then I had a long session at the piano. Being she who never throws anything away I still have my 40 year old exam music books. It was fun going through them to see which pieces I could remember, not many, but when I tried sight reading them I could still remember what they were supposed to sound like when my fingers didn't hit the right notes. Isn't memory a wonderful thing.