As Long As….

Thursday, 1 October 2015

Mostly Yellow

The hours drift down through cool, misty mornings into warm bright afternoons.  My garden is a patchwork of late bloomers, leafy roots and rich dark earth. 

Tuesday, 15 September 2015

The Family That Works Together....

All mother's create their own phrases which become woven into the family matrix.

One I consider particularly useful is 'I didn't go through 12 hours of labour to end up shovelling my own sidewalk". It is designed to send your teenager out to shovel twelve inches of wet snow, in frostbite inducing weather, so you don't have to change out of your PJs. 

This summer I refined it to good effect:

Monday, 7 September 2015

Getting My Groove Back

This is me in my bee hat. I wore it in front of thousands-well hundreds-we're a small town. I was part of the garden club entry in the annual parade. Our theme was -surprise-Bees.

Big news-

Monday, 20 July 2015

I've Been Meaning To Write

In the way of these things, the one sad thing was followed by another and then a third. Whoever said grief is immobilising got it right. Even so, this period of time has been one of forging deeper connections, of renewal and inspiration. I'm enjoying a new found clarity: listening to birds, smelling the air, feeling the sand between my toes, loving my children. Life is sweet. Thank you for your kind comments. I've been visiting your blogs, they served as a pleasant respite and lifted my spirits.

The garden, of course, has been my solace.

A bed I made for the bees

I thought this would be a fun spot for my grandson

The third thing has yet to reach a resolution (fingers crossed a happy one) but I'll drop in when time permits.