From a place of emptiness, solitude and quiet, Beauty will speak.
Thoughts
Silent Sunday.
Love Alison x
To all Mums everywhere.
Every year I look forward to the time when the English countryside is flecked with blobs of white and the occasional blob of black, as lambing begins. Im so lucky to have them right on my doorstep and over the last week you may well have seen my car parked up, as camera in hand…
Silent Sunday.
Optimism.
Can you hear what I hear? or see what I see? The sounds of a season changing the sights of spring emerging. A rustling deep within the earth as new growth gently begins to form, and dormant life begins to stir. A stretch, a yawn, a sleepy head shaken, a bud, a shoot a flower…
Snowdrops.
Having just been outside in the dark with the dog, my torch fell upon the first crocus buds of the year, and although not snowdrops, I was immediately reminded of my poem as the feeling they envoked was just the same. Hope you enjoy a re-read.
As dark days of Winter begin to fade, and the face of hope is not far away, first signs of spring begin to show small white heads above the snow. Reminding the heart that dark times fade and sadness for laughter we can trade, as nature performs her wonderful thing, the changing of seasons from Winter to Spring. By Alison Fielding.
The best laid plans.
Did you do anything special for Valentines Day? On February 14th It was a year since we moved to the Peak District. A rather special Valentines Day meal was booked in advance by the Lord of the Manor, a dress was bought, and we were looking forward to a lovely evening out to celebrate the…
