12 July Sunday
There is a large clump of white rose bay willow herb in bloom beside the round topped shed. I had never heard of nor seen the white version. Laurie sent me some from Scotland. She wadded wet paper towels around the roots and loosely wrapped it all in a plastic bag. It arrived through the post in a padded envelope in only a few days. It survived the journey well. The plants have taken a few years to root and to settle. This year is the best it has ever been. The white blossom on tall stalks against the stone wall is beautiful. Today’s watery grey light makes the white look whiter.
11 July Saturday
I met the man who walks down the river every Saturday morning. I do not see him every week but I know that whether I see him or not, he does the exact same walk every Saturday. He told me that he walks every single day and that where he will walk that day is the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up. He gave up smoking five years ago and started to walk daily. Now he cannot live without his walking. Most of his walks are circular walks but on Saturday he walks the road from his house and drops down through the woods and then he walks the river path. He walks into Cahir and does an errand and then he turns around and walks home with his single purchase in a white plastic bag. He brings the white plastic bag in his pocket. The walk takes him exactly two hours. Today I asked him why he does not try using a small back pack so that his hands are free when he does his return journey. He said that he has a backpack at home but his wife will not let him use it here close to home. She says that people will think ill of him if he uses a back pack in the local area. She said that people will think that he has some sort of attitude. She only allows him to use the back pack when they go away on holiday.
Source: somewordsforlivinglocally