Well how on earth has this happened, could someone please explain to me how I got to be this age!! Did I blink? or fall asleep and wake up 60 years later. My mum was 60 once but me....no I cant be. YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS! What, sorry, did you say its my birthday tomorrow,…
Tag: life
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…
The Simple Things.
Don't you think that more often than not it is the simple things in life that bring the most pleasure. They may not be the most exciting, adrenaline rushing, post a picture on facebook type moments, but they are the moments that make our day to day life just that extra bit special. Yesterday I…
A palm tree for Simon.
"Simon hugging a palm tree, Simon hugging a palm tree, palm tree, palm tree"! that was my anchor thought. An 'anchor thought' I was told (after trauling through you tube videos of 'How to overcome your fear of flying') is a good way of tricking your mind out of its fearful thought processes. Each time…
Emily’s Autumn.
The morns are meeker than they were, The nuts are getting brown; The berry’s cheek is plumper, The rose is out of town. The maple wears a gayer scarf, The field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Poem by - Emily Dickinson Photo by -…
Its raining conkers!
Are you feeling autumnal yet? Have you smelt that wonderful smell that tells you that Autumn is on its way, as the weather starts to change and the leaves begin to fall. I sometimes wonder if it's just me, or do other people 'smell' the arrival of this wonderfully colourful season. In autumn last year…
The grand age of 1. (Happy birthday Arlo)
Well, I'll take the 'all-wise' part, but I think I have a while to go before I'm labelled prehistoric. I do however agree with the fact that being a grandmother is wonderful, and I'm quite sure that I'm not on my own with that feeling. Those of you who follow my blog will know that…
Continue reading ➞ The grand age of 1. (Happy birthday Arlo)
The countryside sleeps.
As the golden sun sets, over green velvet fields, stitched neatly together with grey stone walled thread, the countryside gently settles down to sleep. The evocative voice of the curlew slowly begins to fade as cattle seek shelter, from the nighttime breeze. A faint whisper of leaves is all that is heard, as a blanket…
Summer Solstice in the Peaks.
Love Alison x
Wild beauty in the Peaks.
It's been raining ... A LOT!! Not just in the Peak District but in Derbyshire and England in general. I'm sure we are all longing to feel the warmth of the sun on our faces, and the general feeling of well being that a warm sunny day brings. Hopefully, better weather is ahead, but I…
Hope.
'What are we human beings without hope'? (The Moon Sister by Lucinda Reilly) 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'.…
Lifes ever changing landscape.
The natural landscape is changing all around us..
Old friends and slippers
Last week I had a surprise autumn visit from a childhood friend. We hadn't seen each other for nearly 20 years but after just a few minutes together, intermingled with hugs, tears (mainly mine) and more hugs, we were chatting away as if we had never been apart. That to me is the sign of…
Lifes Dance.
From the warm joy of the sun, to the cool bite of the wind....
All of a flutter.
One minute we were sat having coffee.. the next it was raining sparrows!
Helen. (A short story)
The warm sun shone through the car windscreen and landed on Helen's long already tanned legs...
One sunny afternoon.
It got me thinking about my son and his fiancé who are soon to become the proud parents....
Life after death. (A journey through grief)
Life isn't a permanent smile on a social media selfie...
Who sacked the Teapot?
The Tea pot symbolises friendship...
Painful blog beginnings.
When life gives you lemons...Blog!
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 ....
Winds of Change.
The one foremost in my mind is the change from Parent to Grandparent.