Talking of trees

Last night I put on a long sleeved vest with my pyjamas to find out if I'd sleep any better with conditions in a bedroom which is neither cold nor damp according to others leave me taking a long time to get warm at night, after getting up for a pee. Well, I was still awake for the best part of three hours out of more than nine in bed, but felt more relaxed when I got up after posting today's Morning Prayer video link to the Parish WhatsApp daily prayer thread. 

I booked an early blood test appointment so I could attend the St Catherine's Eucharist afterwards. There were eleven of us this morning. I left home late and had to rush to arrive on time at the surgery. Often after taking my morning pills, I feel like going back to bed due to the impact of what I'm taking, but not this morning. I was clear headed, not as fatigued as I have often been in the morning recently. I didn't start feeling tired until I'd done my daily step quota later in the day and had supper. I don't understand what's happening physically. Is the tiredness an occasional by-product of the clot dispersal drug doing its job, I wonder? I'll ask when I go for my cardio consultation next week.

After the Eucharist, coffee and chat, I collected this week's veggie bag from Chapter on my way home and shared cooking lunch with Clare. I had an exchange of emails with my cousin Dianne after we'd eaten The sun was starting to set by the time I went out for a walk. The chestnut tree in the avenue of trees leading to Western Avenue that was stripped of its lower larger branches yesterday was felled this morning, its trunk lying on the grass in pieces. The avenue is going to look quite different when more trees at the end of their life in current climatic conditions have been replaced by a more resilient species. 

As Marc and I walked in Pontcanna Fields yesterday evening we discussed the trees lining the path down to Blackweir Bridge, both trying to recall when they had been planted. It was, I believe, after the year Pontcanna Fields hosted the National Eisteddfod campsite Maes B in 2008, seventeen years ago. From saplings to mature trees with a few of them lost to gale force winds over the years since then.

I had a message from Basma this evening. She's been to her family in Jordan and returned from Turkey where she went for surgery in the summer. She wanted to know how I was getting on. I'm looking forward to seeing her again soon and sharing hospital stories.