Blue tits and tea partys

A bit of glue, one of my mums tea cups and saucers, a bamboo cane, and hey presto we have a bird feeder.  And dont they just love it!  I get some satisfaction too.  Hope you enjoy it.  (The Lord of the Manor thinks Im 'NUTS') Anyone for Tea? Tea for two......tastes much nicer! Woah......This…

Hope.

There have been quite a few mentions of snowdrops over the last week.  I was certainly lifted the other day when I saw them for the first time this year.   Im not too well today, and while looking through old posts I realized that It was the same date today, a year on from writing this post.  I thought some of you might enjoy another read, and for today I will rest my rather sore eyes and ‘hope’ that a visit to the doctor tomorrow will bring some relief.  Enjoy and look out for the snowdrops.

Through rose tinted glasses.

‘What are we human beings without hope’?    (The Moon Sister by Lucinda Reilly)

hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers.jpg

I have always loved this poem by Emily Dickinson.  I don’t know when I first read it but it comes into my mind so often at times of difficulty, and I know it inspired me when writing my own ‘hopeful poetry’.  I keep asking Santa or the birthday fairy for a book of her poems, as yet it’s not arrived, but I will keep ‘Hoping’!

My week seems to have been full of reminders of hope.  I was walking Jess around the park the other day, there was a cold bite to the air and the sun was shimmering and dancing through the trees, it was a perfect English winter morning,  bright, fresh and crisp.  The weather on its own would have been enough to lift my spirits had they needed lifting, but what was unexpected…

View original post 549 more words

Peak District Barns for Gary.

One of the most valuable and unexpected aspects of starting my blog, has been the friendships that I have formed with people from so many different parts of our world.  I may never have the priveledge of meeting them face to face, but I value their input in my life none the less. I stumbled…

Pefectly imperfect.

How are you feeling as we make our way into the coming New Year?  Are you excited? with a list of new years resolutions, and plans to improve on the year gone by.  Or are you feeling the January blues, a little sad that Christmas is over and maybe wishing that you hadnt eaten quite…

The faces of Christmas.

I hope you have all had a really Happy Christmas.  Winter colds have meant some rest days needed so I thought I would re-blog a post from a Christmas past, with a few photos of Christmas present added in. Wishing you all a really Happy New Year and thankyou so much for following my Peak District Blog.

Through rose tinted glasses.

Another Christmas now is past

a Santa sack full of  memories made,

of smiles and laughter, and love expressed

as gifts were shared, and games were played.

20181222_160354

And carols were sung across the world,

and fires were lit, in houses both big, and small

and hearts overflowed, with emotions raw, and new

remembering those who’ve gone, but warmed by those held close.

And as the days of Christmas fall silently behind

hope stirs in our hearts, of what is to come.

A new year ahead, an unwritten page,

an adventure waiting,

a new journey…….yet to be taken.

IMG_1382.JPG

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL X.

Love Alison xx

images

View original post

The Christmas Tree…. a potted tale.

I am just sat looking at a rather large Christmas tree in the corner of the lounge, which is just crying out to be decorated. It reminded me of a post I enjoyed writing last year. Im having one or two problems with my blog, and as I cant post new blogs at the moment I thought I would revisit an old one. I hope you enjoy reading it second time around.

Love Alison x

Through rose tinted glasses.

Legend has it that on a cold Christmas Eve in a forest keepers cottage, as the family were gathered around the fire to keep warm, there was a knock on the door.  On opening it they found a small boy lost and alone so they welcomed him into their home, washed and fed him, and put him to bed.  On Christmas morning the family were awoken by a choir of angels singing, and the little boy had become Jesus the Christ child.  Going out into the garden he broke a branch off a fir-tree and gave it to the family as a present to say thank you for their kindness.  Ever since then people have brought a Christmas tree into their homes to remember that night.

This German legend was my favourite out of many different stories and beliefs about the origin of the custom we have all come to…

View original post 512 more words

Autumn’s​ finale.

As we go from the beautiful and colourful autumnal scenes, to the crisp and chilly beginnings of winter, I thought I would re- share one of last years blogs as a reminder of how beautiful Autumn can be.

Through rose tinted glasses.

On opening my front door this morning,

I saw the beauty of autumn calling,

jewels from heaven falling down to earth,

the season heralding the saviours birth.

20181116_1236192

As bronze tipped gold and copper snow,

softly carpets the ground below,

I wonder by chance if the wise men three,

would give a gift of golden leaves,

for a baby king to lay his head,

an autumnal quilt for the royal bed.

20181116_1239071

Soon we will leave this season of colour

and open our doors to a season of wonder.

Where children’s eyes are filled with dreams,

of Santa’s sleigh and nativity wings,

and  autumn will be but a memory once more,

and the scene will be new

when I open my door.

20181114_115708.jpg

Love Alison x

images

View original post