Tuesday, 7 June 2016

The Empty Chair

This will be a sad week as Harry would have been 77years old.  It is a strange feeling that a bit of him lives on in his identical twin who will now be a year older than Harry. His twin was half an hour younger than him, when he was alive.

I had my daughter and one of my grandsons round to stay for a few days last week and was taken to the crematorium where Harry's plaque is on a little wall in front of a lawn where his ashes were put. We stayed for a while in the tranquil place and put flowers in a glass vase.

My daughter took me to a garden centre where I bought a small insect house (that is supposed to encourage lone bees to lay their larva for the next year.) I treated myself to it and thought that it would make a kind of memorial to Harry and I hung it on the garden wall where I can see it from the kitchen window. 
Not sure if he was even remotely interested in insects but I could almost hear him saying, "Go on, treat yourself."
One thing I do know, though was that he really did love that Ceanothus shrub at the bottom of the garden. The sweet, heady smell of it permeates the garden and even reaches the kitchen. The bees are heavily attracted to it.

Both my children have been very kind and attentive lately and have taken me out and shared meals with me and I've seen the granddaughters a lot recently, too. So I have much to be thankful for.

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

What Kind Of City Is This?

Today I went to Bristol's M Shed, one of our smaller museums, where a large model city was on display. It was too large to get a full picture of it so I've had to zoom into different things.

You might ask what is so special about this model?
It is all knitted and crocheted by dozens of different people and the lady who displayed it was standing by the side of the display, busy knitting. It is a work in progress apparently. 
The whole city is called BRISWOOL.
I do lots of knitting but this would have taken me years to make.

Saturday, 30 April 2016

Living The Impossible Dream?

I've just been to see a collection of pictures drawn and coloured by Syrian refugee children who're still in camps, many after being there for several years.
The collection is at present being held in John Wesley's Chapel in the heart of Bristol.
There are photos of each child standing in front of their tent with their age and how long they've been there and their dreams printed below.

Some of the children just want an education and are hoping to be lawyers, teachers, artists and other things that are really possible for children who are in countries that are at peace, but will be difficult for them in their present situation.
Some just want a bike like any other child of their age.
Quite a few just wanted to be able to go home and get on with their lives. 
The picture I've chosen was drawn by a child who had dreams and hopes of peace.

I was moved by this visit and was very close to tears by the time I left.
They're just young children who want to live in a fair world and get on with things. It's so easy when most of our children have so much, not to take things for granted.

Wednesday, 20 April 2016

Spring Has Sprung

I'm so glad that I planted tulips out on the patio as it brightens my mood when I look out of the window.
We're experiencing much better weather now and I think I can safely say that Spring has sprung in our neck of the woods.
I've had a whole mixture of things happen since the last time that I wrote on my blog.

I've been to visit my daughter who lives nearer to London, thanks to a friend who took me by car. and collected me again a few days later. That was very enjoyable.

Today, I'm going to a Memorial Service of a friend from church who died rather suddenly. Another friend has had a severe stroke and yet another is just about to experience a 6hr operation on her face. All these things happening to people I know and like, makes me feel vulnerable. (Who will it be next....me!) I guess I'm in the kind of age group when these things happen.

In the meantime, I keep active to the best of my ability and try to be sensible as to what I eat and what I try to do. I seem to enjoy life on the whole. See friends, enjoy our knitting group, where we often knit for various charities. I read and potter in the garden, not at the same time! 
Church plays an important part of my life and I'm also thinking of rejoining the community choir that I had to leave when Harry got so ill.

What steps do you take to make sure you stay fit and well?

Friday, 1 April 2016

Once Upon A Time.............

There was a little yellow door in this tree, suddenly appearing around Christmas time...... a little fairy door. The local children brought gifts of tinsel and tiny Christmas decorations and took obvious delight in opening and shutting the little yellow door. Then in the New Year, disaster struck and the children were really disappointed to see that the door had been removed along with all the decorations.
What wicked person would destroy a fairy dwelling like that?

However, within a couple of weeks the fairies had moved back in the tree, only this time, there were three little doors and a window. Three little patches of lawn with rabbits grazing on them also appeared.
The little doors not only appeal to children as I have seen little old ladies opening these doors and taking delight in going back to their childhood fascination with fairy things.
I really hope that the fairies can be left in peace this time and not be evicted like before. 
Who knows, they might go on building up and up into a huge multi-storey dwelling place.

Monday, 21 March 2016

Easter Week Already

Copyright: Maggie May

I have this Celtic cross on a dividing wall of my garden and I can see it from the window while I wash up. This Easter, the Campanula isn't out yet but I thought the photo I had taken previously would be a fitting one to put on my blog over the Easter period.

The weather has been very up and down..... going from cold, wet and miserable to sunny and mild and then back again.
I do like this time of the year, with the nights and days exactly 12hours apart. The promise of warmer weather and better things.

Wishing everyone a very Happy Easter. 

Monday, 7 March 2016

A Different Sort of Mother's Day

Yesterday was Mother's Day in England and I spent it in a rather unusual way.
Not so much in the morning because I went to church as usual and all the females received a chocolate in the shape of a heart. In fact all the males received one too, which was unusual.

After I made some lunch, I decided to sew badges onto bags for the Brownies in the local pack where I help out once a week. Why choose Mother's Day to do it, as it would take several hours? The day outside seemed a bit dreary and rather cold.
 I really celebrated Mother's Day on Saturday because I'd gone out with a friend by bus to the nearby town of Portishead, where they have a pretty Marina with little boats lined along the canal and it all looks a bit continental and has some lovely walks around it. There is a lock at the far end and boats can head out to the sea when the tide is right. There seems to be a 40ft tide so that makes it inaccessible most of the time.
We'd wrapped up very warm as it was sunny but extremely cold. I really enjoyed the day and came home healthily tired. I noticed the post had been when I entered the house and my daughter had sent a lovely card. She'd already given me a present when I last saw her that was too big and heavy to send by post and I'd been very pleased with it.
My son rang up and asked me to meet him for a pub meal further up our High Street, so I perked myself up and off I set to meet him and the three girls for a Mother's Day treat. They gave me a card that everyone had signed and we had a very enjoyable meal together. 
I'd thoroughly enjoyed my day.
So that is why on Sunday, I decided to have a quiet day sewing for the Brownies. I found it relaxing while I listened to the radio.
Sometimes the best things don't cost a lot.