May sucked but look at those poppies

Let me be honest here: May sucked.

Not Theresa (though my British friends tell me she sucked too). Just the weather. May in Denmark usually has two or three weeks of gloriously hot sunshine during which everything explodes out of the ground in a cornucupia of scent and colour.

Not so this year. It’s been mostly cloudy and rainy. But in between the rain there’s been a few days where the sun came out (and even two that had summer-like temperatures). I managed to grab a few good shots in the garden and elsewhere, without getting drenched.

Without further ado, the pictures of May (such as May was).

The garden

Most of our garden is bee and small animal friendly but that doesn’t mean we don’t have beautiful colours.

Poppies in the front yard
I am in love with the colours of our poppies. Sure, they’re nothing special. Just poppies. But have you looked at that intense flame?
Sage and mint in a blue pot
For a beautiful blue stained cheramic pot, we need something blue. Decorative sage coupled with good old mint will provide aromatherapy all summer—provided that summer ever happens.
Rhododendrons and tulips
Find the pink tulips in a sea of pink rhododendrons.
Early tulips
The first tulips competing with the first bluebells, before the rhododendrons came into bloom.
Bluebells
Okay, now everything is in bloom.
Bluebells
I love the intense blue of the bluebells. Scillas. Spanish boys. Whatever you prefer to call them.
Sage and mint
A close-up of that decorative sage. It smells as good as its colour is intense.
Dandelions
Well. Yeah. It wouldn’t be our garden if there were no dandelions. Dandelions are allowed in our lawn.
the old man on the lawn
The old man prefers to lie in the shade these days. I’ve been trying to get a good picture of him for a long time, and this one does capture his contemplative old man attitude.

Skærup Zoo

There were two warm days, and we made them to the zoo in one. Out of about 1200 pictures a few were worth sharing (I’m still learning this camera).

painted squirrel is curious
This little squirrel was the embodiment of curious. I bet he wishes he had a camera to take pictures of me too.
very curious squirrel
No, really.
meerkats
Meerkats do the meerkat thing.
kookaburra
This kookaburra has the perfect expression. I absolutely loved his go-away face. Do not disturb the kookaburra in the sun.
goose
Don’t wake up the goose half of the geese-and-old-farm-implements exhibition, either.
curious george
Curious George is alive and well.
the best employee
This one was my favourite animal though. A park employee turned up early for lunch and took a nap in the sun. Later, he raided every other employee’s lunchpack, then went back to sleep. Talk about having it made.

I’m not dead yet

It’s been a while, and what a while; one of those whiles where you struggle to keep swimming and at some point you look back and realize that six months went by without you really noticing. But I’m not dead yet, and as long as there’s life there’s hope.

I did not get to do much with Emilie in this long while. She’s still struggling with back pains, and I am still struggling with fibromyalgia. Together we exercise from the ground – she needs to practise lifting her hind quarters over cavalettis and using her hips correctly, and I need to walk, any kind of walk. It’s harder than it sounds like, and I’m still not sure how I feel about my new walker-rollator. On one hand it means I can leave the house – on the other hand it kind of feels like giving up on ever walking unaided again.

My health has been down the crapper this autumn. I’ve been through the proverbial wringer, with hospital visits and with testing out new medication options. At this time it seems low-dose Naltrexone works best for me. It does not reduce my pain, but it does give me some energy and ability to cope in spite of the pain. The Combar that I was put on in order to solve my not sleeping due to pain issues has to go – it has weight gain and muscle pain as a side effect, and I’ve gained 10 kilos in three months in spite of moving more about than I used to.

In spite of the last two paragraphs, though, this is not a venting session or pity rant. The structure of my life is holding together. The framework is solid. I woke up this morning with the strangest sensation of relief; the proverbial manure hit the fan a couple of times, but the windmill is still standing. If there’s something to be grateful in life, it’s the ability to cope with crisis and still be there afterwards. I’ll never take that for granted.

Ah well. Onwards, let life speak for itself in pictures.

The husband snapped this one in the yard. We have an astounding amount of wildlife here.
The husband snapped this one in the yard. We have an astounding amount of wildlife here.
Can't have a lawn without a hedgehog.
Can’t have a lawn without a hedgehog.
Or newts.
Or newts.
In fact, we seem to be collecting newts. The husband has been building little sleeping spots for winter for them, too.
In fact, we seem to be collecting newts. The husband has been building little sleeping spots for winter for them, too.
This little fellow visited us in the sun room; fortunately the husband got to him before the cats.
This little fellow visited us in the sun room; fortunately the husband got to him before the cats.
I'm not keen on pictures of myself but the husband wanted to document my attempts to take up watercolours again. If I ever acquire a scanner I'll show you my amateurish compositions.
I’m not keen on pictures of myself but the husband wanted to document my attempts to take up watercolours again. If I ever acquire a scanner I’ll show you my amateurish compositions.
The murderkittenz love nothing as much as their 'wild water' - drinking from the tap is just that much better than the water bowl.
The murderkittenz love nothing as much as their ‘wild water’ – drinking from the tap is just that much better than the water bowl.
Yes. Miv fell asleep with his face in the food bowl. Again. He does this pretty often, even when there is no food up there.
Yes. Miv fell asleep with his face in the food bowl. Again. He does this pretty often, even when there is no food up there.
This naked lady or autumn crocus popped up in our lawn in October just as everything else was turning pale and wet.
This naked lady or autumn crocus popped up in our lawn in October just as everything else was turning pale and wet.
Who knows where the road is winding? It's beautiful there, at least.
Who knows where the road is winding? It’s beautiful there, at least.

What comes next? Only time will tell. Life’s being a bit of a female canine at the moment but it tends to go on anyhow. A mountain of trouble may seem like a road bump six months later. I’m not dead yet.