It was wildly windy and rain strewn today. I didn't have to do anything in particular so I had a wonderful day of pottering about, watching many documentaries and playing with flowers. I made a few posies, which are pretty much my favourite thing to do. I used paper daisies {which I've only recently come to appreciate properly-or at all}, anemone [which means 'daughter of the wind'], blushing bride tiny eucalyptus, thryptomene and erica carnea.
I watched one doc about Manic Depression presented/investigated by Stephen Fry, Terry Prachett on a right to death {I grew up reading Prachett novels and news that he was diagnosed with alzheimer's felt oddly personal and watching him discussing this debate was heart breaking}, then I watched one called 'Do You Want to Live Forever?' [note: Aubrey-hugely impressive beard], which focused on Aubrey de Grey's work. So strange. I cannot imagine wanting to live forever. There was a wonderful comment by the lovely late John Mortimer {who lived in a wisteria covered cottage, of course} about what he called the 'artistic necessity of death' that a painting or play or life needs a frame or final curtain and that being here for a short amount of time in between "two vast eternities makes life rather noble in a way and quite significant." Oh John, I think he articulated it perfectly.
I watched them on http://documentaryheaven.com which has so very many to stream. I watched a very very interesting and unsettling one about ants {I didn't like that the narrator kept calling them 'aliens' but it was otherwise great and had a bit about their use of chemicals to control aphids-poor aphids}
I also drank quite a bit of earl grey and made some marmalade with rosemary and brandy.
What I learnt today: you can't always unquestioningly believe what men with beards tell you.
