Reflections of a Sussex Girl in the Peak District.
Nothing says 'spring is here' more to me, than the sweet sight of newly born wrinkly lambs skipping and gamboling among the myriad of yellow dandelion heads in the Peak District fields. Oohs and aahs emanate from my mouth on a daily basis as I drive past this field and that, and see those little…
I would never in a million years have thought that I would become a tree hugger. Ive heard about people doing it, and the health benefits it can bring but me! Nope! definitely not a tree hugger. Well that is until now. At the moment with various life changes going on I am fortunate to…
Home grown Clouds! Love Alison x
Love Alison x
I hope you are enjoying the beauty and colourful scenes of Autumn wherever you are. Love Alison x
I couldnt resist sharing some of the photos I've taken of lambs cosying up to each other. Im sure just like me, you are longing once again to relish in the freedom of hugging friends and family members, that you have had to distance yourself from over the last couple of months. Â Human touch is…
Do you enjoy sitting out in the garden? Â Today in the Peak District the warm healing rays of the sun are there for the taking, and sitting in the garden is a total delight. Â There is a faint whisper of a breeze which pleasantly takes the edge off the midday heat, and if it wasnt…
Love Alison x
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, Â and dormant life begins to stir. A stretch, a yawn, a sleepy head shaken, a bud, a shoot a flower…
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…
There's a bite in the air, and morning fields silently lay, beneath a blanket of silver dust. I open the window,  and let the cool,fresh autumn scent  into a sleepy room. The world  is changing. The soothing green landscape is fading, as nature lets go of her summer attire. Its a time for…
While looking through my book of Emily Dickinson's poetry, I came across her poem entitled 'The Robin'. Â I have so been enjoying the robins outside my window this year, as they have been growing and changing. Â I was sure that she wouldn't mind me adding a few of my photos as I share Emily's poem…
What price does she ask of me? but to be mindful, of all I see. No gold coins for a sunset or silver for a grand oak tree, no cost incurred as fields roll by or a wake of buzzards fill the skies. So little does she ask of me, but gratitude for all I…
I hope the feeling of anticipation I have as I climb the stairs to our cottage loft room at night is one I will never loose.  It's not as you may have thought the 'anticipation of passion', although the Lord of the Manor has just had a restyle with a hint of  'George Clooney' about…
My mind was suddenly awash with memories and a real sense of joy.
Don't you just love those unexpected moments in life when something, well, totally unexpected happens? Â This morning was one of those moments. Â Having just watched a buzzard swooping and gliding through the sky and loving the new experience, a loud hooting was heard coming from the garden so off I dashed camera in hand. I…
Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, It will come and sit softly on your shoulder. 'Henry David Thoreau' Love Alison.
You may remember a post I wrote a while ago entitled. Who sacked the Teapot? I loved writing it but didn't have any really good photos to share along with the post.  That same teapot, (as it reminds me of days gone by) made the journey safely to the Peak District with me and is hanging…
Driving up a steep hill which takes me away from the city and towns after a short family break, I am brought face to face with the raw reality of country living. Â A large bird swoops down in front of me as it skillfully catches its prey, then with its mission successfully accomplished flys off…
I've been longing to get the time to write this post.  You may remember that when I first started my blog I wrote a post entitled Cottage life. Looking back at that post, I am in total disbelief about the changes that have happened in my life since that day, as sitting on my swing seat…
'What are we human beings without hope'? Â Â (The Moon Sister by Lucinda Reilly) I have always loved this poem by Emily Dickinson. Â 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'.…
As bronze tipped gold and copper snow...
notes of pumpkin, orange and lime infuse the air...
Autumn brings thoughts of scarves and wellies and brisk country walks...
One minute we were sat having coffee.. the next it was raining sparrows!
Through rose tinted glasses. 