Its time to don the wellies.
Thoughts
Spring Sparrows.
In years gone by 'Sparrow Pie' was a delicacy known for its aphrodisiac properties.
Letting Go.
From Childhood we are told to hold on. Hold on to Mums hand, Hold on to the pushchair, hold on to your ball ....
Slow and steady wins the race.
it is the sound of a house without Simon.
Courage.
Brave and determined we hold on to what is safe, to that which is familiar.
Chicken Fun.
My first introduction to chickens was at 13 years old when my boyfriend placed a tiny chick in my hand...
The sheer bliss of a furry friend.
It wasn't long before I had my wellies and duffel coat on and was having the usual wriggly contest....
Winds of Change.
The one foremost in my mind is the change from Parent to Grandparent.
Christmas Gratitude.
Overwhelmed with a mixture of childish excitement, and a grown up sense of gratitude I went upstairs clutching my stocking...
Waiting for Santa in Derbyshire.
Just want to say a big thankyou to everyone who has read or followed my thoughts as I have taken my first steps into the blogging world this year . Â Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas and a Great New Year. Love Alison xx
And the best one of these is LOVE!
Its about the love that grows in our hearts....
Let it Snow!
Oh the weather outside is frightful...
The night Santas elves filled my stocking!
then one Christmas morning, there it was.
The Christmas Tree…. a potted tale.
It was such a lovely moment, that if an orchestra had started up in the background, I wouldn't have been surprised.
A Christmas Robin.
There is something so comforting about this quintessentially British little bird.
My friend Sue.
As I start my car, a warm smile of contentment travels from my face to my heart.
Autumn I thank you.
There is always an autumn poem to write or a photo to be taken, or conkers and berries to collect.
La vie en rose.
Two days, two girls and a furry companion.
So softly they fall.
Their beauty shone with the rising sun.
Autumn Rain.
Lifted high on winds unseen then falling back... autumn rain
For the love of Simon.
Each little step was a tearful ,joyful reminder of how far he'd come.. how far we had all come.
Daily Prompt: Succumb
Laying each night in sheets of shattered glass and fading memories.
Squirrel Sunday.
From tiny acorns mighty oak trees grow.
The Hug.
Research suggests that we all need at least 8 hugs a day..
White feather moments.
For a moment I stood and looked at it, then with a smile on my face I picked it up and put it in my pocket.
Through rose tinted glasses. 