31 March Thursday
I walked up the Mass Path and around today. The trees and branches were still difficult both going over and under. I did more clambering and crawling and squeezing than I would have liked. Simon came with me and he brought work gloves for the hands and knees part of the crawling. He is not fond of putting his hands into the mud just to go for a walk. The moss on the rocks was still slippery. The sun was out and the wind had dropped. The radio is giving a straight nine days of rain so this sun felt like something we must savour. I felt as good to be walking as I felt awful the other day. We devoured that last batch of wild garlic immediately, I came home with another big bunch today. My hands smell of the leaves now. Next time I shall carry a little bag so I can fetch a larger supply.
30 March Wednesday
She is Happy Out. This is an everyday expression. It means she is totally Happy. She is as Happy as can be. She is completely and utterly Happy.
29 March Tuesday
Jim told me that he had cut a fine load of timber for this past winter. He had cut it and he had stacked it and he had it in the right order for use. He had the oldest and driest wood ready in the easiest position to get at. But this was the winter when the price of oil was way down. It was well down. Jim’s job is delivering oil so he knows exactly when the price is good. He did not allow his family one single wood fire all winter long. He did not even allow a fire at Christmas. His wife has not forgiven him for that. He kept the oil heat going. He swore that his wood would last to burn another winter but the price of oil would go up and up and it would not be low like this probably ever again. Already he is right. The price of the oil has risen and he still has near enough a full tank at the cheap price. Jim is feeling smug. I am not the first person who has been told about Jim’s oil and Jim’s firewood.
27 March Easter Sunday
I feel depleted by this cold or virus or whatever it is. Today the sun has been bright. The wind was cold but I decided I would feel better if I took a walk. I decided that I needed a walk in order to start feeling stronger. By the time I struggled up the Mass Path and crawled under the tree which fell down and clambered over a few big branches which had blown down, I was already pretty tired. The rocks were slippery with moss. The walking was hard work. An abundance of wild garlic cheered me up and I picked as many leaves as I could hold in my hand. By the time I reached the tarmacadam road I was exhausted and feeling dizzy. That was the moment when I should have turned around and struggled back down the path and over and under the trees and branches and gone home. But I did not do that. I continued all the way Around. By the time Oscar rushed out to meet me, I was considering ringing and asking for a lift home. I was so very weak. Oscar walked me the rest of the way. He stayed close. He licked my hand, the one not holding the leaves. He knew I was not right. I did not feel better for the fresh air and the walk. I felt terrible. I arrived home still clutching my handful of wild garlic. I thanked Oscar at the door and I went inside, put my leaves into a pitcher of water, and fell back into bed. I slept for three straight hours.
26 March Saturday
Empty Saturday. I have never heard this expression before today. I do not know if it was made up by the man who I heard say it or if it is used every year. Maybe I am the only one who does not know it. Today seems to be a gap in all of these days involved with Easter. They seem to fill the days of the week, even if not consecutively. Fat Tuesday. Ash Wednesday. Maundy Thursday. Good Friday. Easter Sunday. Easter Monday. Today is just a day when no religious events happen. I am not sure if the Empty means that it is simply a day without a definition in the Easter rituals. I am not sure if the Empty is a good thing or if it implies a sense of something lacking.