Kathy Lambert O’Connell
@kathy7.bsky.social
Retired primary headteacher, gardener (when my knees allow), can draw after a fashion and lover of a good book.
The tide was so low we could see all the underwater life marooned for a brief time. My photo of the moon is awful as my camera is poor. It was like a scene from Close Encounters - a UFO would have been wonderful
September 8, 2025 at 6:00 PM
The tide was so low we could see all the underwater life marooned for a brief time. My photo of the moon is awful as my camera is poor. It was like a scene from Close Encounters - a UFO would have been wonderful
Beautiful garden blooms in the late afternoon light.
May 21, 2025 at 8:51 PM
Beautiful garden blooms in the late afternoon light.
Forget the image - my bramble overgrown hedge - but listen to the blackbird-song. Beautiful. #signsofspring
February 23, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Forget the image - my bramble overgrown hedge - but listen to the blackbird-song. Beautiful. #signsofspring
Despite a few health issues, ulcerated eyes which I am treating, she’s living her best life once again and loves her new big brown friend. No cat on the horizon as Jack Russells are not the greatest with them, but things are sometimes meant to be.
October 26, 2024 at 5:21 AM
Despite a few health issues, ulcerated eyes which I am treating, she’s living her best life once again and loves her new big brown friend. No cat on the horizon as Jack Russells are not the greatest with them, but things are sometimes meant to be.
I know this is a very small step but I am 10 days post op from a knee replacement and baked this lovely apple cake this morning! Believe me, standing and walking whilst measuring and mixing us harder than it appears.
October 18, 2024 at 6:52 PM
I know this is a very small step but I am 10 days post op from a knee replacement and baked this lovely apple cake this morning! Believe me, standing and walking whilst measuring and mixing us harder than it appears.
@marlinhoister.bsky.social Thanks for telling me about this platform. I’m getting used to it and it’s friendlier than the other one. It takes a while.
Been decorating the spare bedroom. I’ve listened to many back episodes of The Food Programme and Thinking Allowed. Nearly done.
Been decorating the spare bedroom. I’ve listened to many back episodes of The Food Programme and Thinking Allowed. Nearly done.
September 8, 2024 at 2:18 PM
@marlinhoister.bsky.social Thanks for telling me about this platform. I’m getting used to it and it’s friendlier than the other one. It takes a while.
Been decorating the spare bedroom. I’ve listened to many back episodes of The Food Programme and Thinking Allowed. Nearly done.
Been decorating the spare bedroom. I’ve listened to many back episodes of The Food Programme and Thinking Allowed. Nearly done.
Last of the sweet peas, courgettes, a few beans, apples and pears. Oh and a few more tomatoes!
#gardenharvest
#gardenharvest
August 23, 2024 at 10:37 AM
Last of the sweet peas, courgettes, a few beans, apples and pears. Oh and a few more tomatoes!
#gardenharvest
#gardenharvest
Don’t you just love the randomness of harvest. Yesterday there were very few courgettes and beans. You turn your back and this happens!
August 20, 2024 at 3:47 PM
Don’t you just love the randomness of harvest. Yesterday there were very few courgettes and beans. You turn your back and this happens!
Just picked today - tomatoes are coming daily.
August 15, 2024 at 10:51 AM
Just picked today - tomatoes are coming daily.
I gave T germ too successful growing rises but these are looking ok.
August 14, 2024 at 9:57 PM
I gave T germ too successful growing rises but these are looking ok.
A muddy but lovely walk in the woods today.
January 28, 2024 at 8:54 PM
A muddy but lovely walk in the woods today.
The pigeons love these winter ivy berries.
January 18, 2024 at 4:43 PM
The pigeons love these winter ivy berries.
My all time favourite poem is Keats’ Eve of St Agnes which is Jan 20th. Today feels like it!
St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
Painting by Millais
St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
Painting by Millais
January 17, 2024 at 3:31 PM
My all time favourite poem is Keats’ Eve of St Agnes which is Jan 20th. Today feels like it!
St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
Painting by Millais
St. Agnes' Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was!
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold;
The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass,
And silent was the flock in woolly fold:
Painting by Millais