dawdle

 The walk up the hill in the sun this morning was a pleasure, and quite an achievement. From the door to the house all the way up to the animal enclosure without stopping, without a break. That was impossible not so long ago.

Perhaps things are improving.

Feed the rheas some of their favourite maple leaves, picked in passing on the final stretch to the top of the valley. They are lively and greedy as always, and they have learnt not to snap at fingers. The birds are probably not at all stupid.

Sit and watch the ducks and the peacocks. They are all being fed, the peacocks are aggressively securing the pile of bread for themselves, chasing of crows, ducks and hens. They are just being greedy. And with their tail feather display they get all the attention.

There is a group of older people looking out over the town at the viewpoint by the back gate to the castle.

Take a picture of them, and wonder about the diopter setting on the viewfinder of the small rangefinder camera.

And upon returning home, first dispose of the two buckets of biological waste by taking them up the street and emptying them into the communal containers. All those coffee grounds and potato peels, cucumber skins and those of onions. Return with the two buckets, wash them out, and replace them in their place at the end of the long balcony.

And then start to sort all the clothing, washing some, and ironing, and folding, and filling the new drawers in the wardrobe.