The Gallery – Trees
Living where we do, we’re incredibly lucky. Dorset is a very woody county – small copses, ancient hedgerows, traditional deciduous woodlands, tall pine forests… never a walk goes by that we’re not surrounded by trees at some point. And of course with The Four trees mean climbing, and stick fights, and log jumping, and wood collecting, and weapon making and headdress creating, and hiding, and Block and shouting and fun. And I do have a gazillion and thirty three images showing all of that. But. I wanted to show something else for this weeks gallery. Like many people, Trees, for me, are always a connection to the earth. A personal symbol of silent strength, and peace, and beauty. I frequently stroke the trunks as I pass, lean against them to...
Happy Birthday Mum.
It’s 9th March. Mums Birthday. I felt it approaching, and I know C was watching, waiting, prepared for the fallout, the quiet telephone conversations with my sister as we find our way through. Winter is tough, a whole pile of memory hurdles coming thick and fast – the last time I saw my parents was on Jolly’s Birthday, 22nd December. Then there’s Christmas and all its memories and family associations. New Year. Six years ago it was February half term which contained the Great Revelation, the opening of the box which contained our particular family’s sordid little skeleton… Then comes today, and following hotly on its heels is Mothers Day. It’s always tricky. But this year is…lighter. Easier. It’s been a long...
Sigh.
Too busy, elsewhere. Looking all lost and forlorn over here. Mahoosive amounts of images waiting to be posted, thoughts to be written, tales to be told. I will be back, dear sweet Blog o’ Mine, I promise.. Mwah. x Tweet
I am officially old and ugly *shudder*
There was I, working away quietly at my desk, tapping away at the keyboard. There was C, sitting nearby, working too. I gradually became aware he was watching me. I looked up to smile with affection at him… and saw a look of undisguised horror on his face. Before I could ask what was up he blurted out “You have warty old lady hairs!” I sniggered, but he repeated with no hint of humour (though a touch of sniggery was creeping into his voice) “No, really, you have a mole, right THERE (jabs his finger at my cheek) and it’s got hairs growing out of it!” I hotfooted to the bathroom, telling him not to be so puerile, expecting to see a couple of slightly denser downy face hairs. But no. Oh my no. Ladies, prepare yourselves. For it was...
2010? Brint It On.
So – plans, ambitions, hopes and dreams for what 2010 will bring? Me – I still have piles of laundry, though it is more organised than it was. The bedroom is still waiting… and I still weigh the same as I did last January (but no more, which is something). Apart from that and the puppy (soon, soon… maybe…), I think I made it through 2009 pretty well. We weathered the (scary big) financial crisis, and I have finished the year in a calm, positive, determined and apparently ambitious frame of mind. We never did make it camping though. This year… Doing this I’ve actually realised that I’m pretty content right now. The camping is still there, as is the butterfly (maybe this’ll be the year I defy the butterfly...
Call me shallow…
… but I’m sooo sad about Patrick Swayze. Far sadder than I was about Michael Jackson. I think Patrick was my first big teen crush (Dirty Dancing of course), and I’ve never really grown out of it. Sigh. Here – lighters in the air, a rousing burst of ‘She’s Like the Wind’ please… Tweet
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