Words aren’t really necessary. The sun was out. The pond was “hopping”; literally. I had never seen frogs in the pond before or perhaps had not noticed them? But here they were. Doing their frog thing; frogspawn was abundant. If … Continue reading →
I have found myself as a foster mother for cats. I thought it would be something I could do; I have an extra bedroom at the moment. I like cats. I miss mine; but that is another story. Little did I know that once I expressed an interest; I would have two lively five-month old kitties practically the next day. Tushie (above) and Milatto (not shown). Tushie likes to be up high but does not do dishes.
They found a good home after a couple weeks. I was quite sad the last night as I had been gone for a couple days and Tushie slept by my head the last night; purring. She was such a wee thing; and her brother used to play with her a bit too hard (in my humble, feminist opinion). Sleeping near me, or curling into me while I knit gave her cover. (I called her Tinkerbell.)
Within a couple hours of them moving on, I had Benson (left) and Baby. Baby is an eight year old male; skin and bones; no teeth. Likes yoghurt for a treat. Benson is my big boy. He is thin too; don’t let those chipmunk cheeks fool you. Completely freaked out and stand offish on arrival – Benson now, 10 days later, lives for chin scratches and full body rubs. And purrs. He will have a home soon, I hope. Baby will take longer.
I am doing this for Cat’s Protection, Glasgow. A lovely group of volunteers take in these wee souls and do our best to nourish body and soul for them so they can move on. I am doing it for me, too. Making a difference. Can you be a foster parent, too?
I knew this neighbourhood because the Glasgow School of Artin a major inhabitant. But I really didn’t know this ‘hood until I took the Garnethill Women’s History Walk offered through the Glasgow Women’s Library last October.
Now I revisit it to see old friends, (buildings and views) and to see if I can spot something new. Or a new perspective on its buildings, art, life. Now that The Old Schoolhouse is openand renting rooms, if you are visiting from out of town you can immerse yourself in a great location.
Hence, not a lot of words (except that I recommend a visit!!) but a few more photos. Cheers!
A close up of a Garnethill speciality
This is the building with the fire damage.
I never tire of this building; looking at it from every perspective.
It’s hard to imagine how you make life go on when you put yourself in the place of early inhabitants of Glasgow. Or any city that has seen its share of hard times, disease, high mortality. I remember 30 plus … Continue reading →
His vision was to make tea, a drink once exclusive to those who could afford it, available to the masses. He was 40 years old, Glaswegian from no hint of upper crust upbringing and his name is synonymous with tea the world over (although I admit to being a Twininings person myself). Sir Thomas Lipton was certainly the face of tea for me growing up in the USA; and until Celestial Seasonings came along was probably the only tea I saw on the shelves. His is the most illustrious grave in the Southern Necropolis, on the edge of The Gorbals (or as they now call it, “New Gorbals”). The poor stepsister to The Necropolison the hill above this city, this is the graveyard of the everyday Glaswegians tucked in amongst a housing estate and some large retail/industrial premises. There is only one way in/out and it is divided into square sections. Bring a snack. http://www.liptontea.com/article/detail/960780/3-ways-lipton-changed-tea-history I wonder why his grave is here. All the posh people of Glasgow; tobacco barons, bankers, merchants – are all up on the hill at the Necropolis above the Glasgow Cathedral. Perhaps he was a man of the people. I daresay his legacy of tea for everyone has outlived some of the biggest and fanciest monuments I saw at the main Necropolis.
I have been volunteering at the Botanic Gardens “Electric Lights” event. The other night, while getting ready I looked in the pond and noticed a fish that was upright. I asked the park warden if the fish was dying (as lots of kids would be there that night).
He gets along with everyone.
“That’s Bob. We call him Bob because, well, he’s a bobber. Something went wrong with his ballast so he is and up and down fish. He’s fine”.
Funny I hadn’t noticed Bob before, I have been there a lot. And just then Bob swam….a wee bit.
And then went back to “Bobbing”. He eats just fine. The other fish don’t seem to mind that he is a vertical fish instead of a horizontal one. Just like all families – we aren’t all the same. Bob has a better view of us. Swimming must give him a head rush.
Say “hi” to Bob when you are in the Kibble Palace, Glasgow Botanic Gardens. The fish are lovely to look at. But please don’t feed them; one fish ate so much he couldn’t digest all his food and they tried to “ballast” him so he would be equally-weighted; it only worked a couple days. I guess fish, like horses, can’t vomit.