Tuesday, 19 February 2019
On a glorious sunny Saturday morning, husband and I went to view the Snowdrops...lots of them!
There was also tea and cake, or in our case, Cherry Scones with jam and cream...the jam on first, according to the Cornish tradition.
These are English Scones...not the American variety which for some reason are called "biscuits"
(for my non English readers, you can read here the heated debate that rages as to which goes on the scone first, jam or cream)
There was also a very concise booklet that outlined an interesting guided walk around the churchyard.(Thank you Peter)
There is a similar on line version here for those who are interested.
The light through the trees was magical to see and many photos were taken...won't bore you with them all!
Here are a select few:-
Inside the church there was a selection of drawings and paintings of Snowdrops by the local Primary School as well as some very funny and quirky poems they had written.
There were more information cards inside pointing out various hidden gems of this lovely church.
All in all, we had a lovely morning, and then a leisurely walk home through the nature reserve,
Tuesday, 12 February 2019
Husband and I took the bus to Hull yesterday to view the much acclaimed "Knife Angel" which has just arrived in Hull on it's tour of the UK.
The sculpture is made up of more than 100,000 knives collected in a national amnesty. It is in the shape of an angel and engraved with messages from families of victims of knife crime.
You can read all about it here
It isn't nice to look at, but then it isn't supposed to be.
Friday, 25 January 2019
There are 124 days to my 70th birthday...
I love birthdays, always have done.
For my 60th birthday most of the family got together for a birthday tea, a rare occasion as everyone is scattered across the country.
My son must have taken the above photo as he isn't in that picture.
He is in this one though....
Last night,looking through all the many photos taken at that party I was going through all the changes that have happened in the intervening ten years.
Ten years ago my eldest grandaughters were sulky ten year olds who were not particularly happy at having to mingle with a bunch of 'oldies'...they are now both at University and seldom seen.
The day before this party my cousin's husband had been made redundant and was not at his most communicative, but they had made the effort to travel for two and a half hours to get here and be sociable.
He went on to set up as self employed, but after a bad accident he retired late last year.
My youngest grandchild hadn't been born, she was born a year later. My son came on his own as his five year old son had chicken pox so he had to stay home with my daughter in law.
Six months after this party my son's eye sight had deteriorated so much that he was registered partially sighted and had to stop driving all together.
My middle daughter is now deaf in both ears and wears bilateral hearing aids and to the consternation of her friends and family she is an excellent lip reader!
She went back to University when the girls did.
My eldest daughter is now confined to a wheelchair but is enjoying the 'freedom of speed' after seven years of walking with crutches or a walker.
I have mentioned elsewhere in this blog about the genetic illness that my three children are living with.
In the ten years since this photo was taken my husband has been made redundant twice, but managed to find employement again only a few months afterwards.
My eldest cousin who was classed "androgynous" at birth finally transitioned to female after years of indecision.
His Mother sadly died last year after, the last of the 'older generation'...now the oldest in the family is me.
My brother retired and moved all the way up to Scotland three years ago. A promise he made on his wedding day to his Scottish bride.
The children have started asking me how I want to celebrate the 70th birtrhday...so they are told, no party just cards and balloons...those big ones that come in boxes....
......so watch this space......
Only 124 days to go!
Friday, 21 December 2018
Thursday, 20 December 2018
Am sure all of you know what "omiages" are though the word is actually Japanese.
Its meaning translates as :-
" a little gift that you are not required to give, as for a special occasion"
You know the thing we say:-
" saw this and thought of you" sort of gift.
My family do this a lot and as we all live far apart these small gifts arrive in the post , usually with out warning and they make our hearts sing.
The above gift, of thirty brand new Sharpies is a gift "over and above".
Each Wednesday I visit and elderly neighbour who only sees her daughter once a week when she is taken shopping.
In order to keep her brain active and to stop her getting bored she structures her day so that she is doing several different activities...these included cross stitching large intricate pictures. Reading numerous long family sagas on her Kindle, and colouring while she listens to the songs from the sixties on her radio. Like myself, watching television doesn't feature very highly on her list of activities.
She does love shopping though, either from clothing catalogues for the "larger lady" and for felt tip pens, of which she has a cupboard full.
When I visit am often called upon to help her sort out her cupboards which contain her craft hoards, this week we were sorting out her colouring books and crayons and felt tips.
This pack of Sharpies was at the back of the cupboard, bought two years ago at half price of £8 and unused. She had bought them because they were on sale..a habit she has....and then did not like them when she got them home and tried them. Would I like them?
As Sharpies are a crafters dream buy; I could not say no, but made her aware of the high price and did offer to buy them from her, but was given a "good talking to" about accepting gifts, "just because" and reminded me that I have often gone to visit her bearing gifts too.
I know that these gifts are "omiages" because I read it yesterady in an article by Joni Erickson Tada ...and then found the reading online here
so that I could share it with you.
.....................now what can I do with these Sharpies?
Am almost too afraid to use them.....oh well, off to consult Pinterest!
Tuesday, 18 December 2018
"Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember what other people have done for you; to ignore what the world owes you, and to think what you owe the world; to put your rights in the background and your duties in the middle distance and your chances to do a little more than your duty in the foreground; to see that your fellow men are just as real as you are, and to try to look behind their faces to their hearts hungry for joy?"
"Then you can keep Christmas"
Henry Van Dyke
The photo is of the cat venturing out in the snow of December 2009
Tuesday, 11 December 2018
You know me, a non believer in Christmas... and have previously posted about it...but thought I would just remind you all why we celebrate the Winter Solstice instead
The photographs are reminiscent of Daphne Du Maurier's "The Birds".
We took a walk along the prom. on Saturday and were greeted by this crowd of roosting Starlings in the children's beach amusements.
It was only just after twelve noon but the sky was darkening with storm clouds so am presuming that the darkening sky triggered the roosting instinct.
The Gospels do not mention the date of Jesus' birth.The 'nativity narratives' are historically inaccurate. It was not until the 4th century AD that Pope Julius I set 25th December as the date for Christmas. This was an attempt to Christianise the Pagan celebrations that already took place at this time of year. By 529, 25th December had become a civil holiday and by 567 the twelve days from 25th December to the Epiphany were public holidays.
Christmas is not only a Christian festival. The celebration has roots in the Jewish holiday of Hanukkah, the festivals of the ancient Greeks, the beliefs of the Druids and the folk customs of Europe.
Christmas comes just after the middle of winter. The sun is strengthening and the days are beginning to grow longer. For people throughout history this has been a time of feasting and celebration.
Ancient people were hunters and spent most of their time outdoors. The seasons and weather played a very important part in their lives and because of this they had a great reverence for, and even worshipped, the sun. The Norsemen of Northern Europe saw the sun as a wheel that changed the seasons. It was from the word for this wheel, houl, that the word yule (another name for Christmas) is thought to have come. At Winter Solstice the Norsemen lit bonfires, told stories and drank sweet ale.
The Romans also held a festival to mark the Winter Solstice. Saturnalia (from the God Saturn) ran for seven days from 17th December. It was a time when the ordinary rules were turned upside down. Men dressed as women and masters dressed as servants. The festival also involved processions, decorating houses with greenery, lighting candles and giving presents.
Before Christianity came to the British Isles the Winter Solstice was held on the shortest day of the year (21st December). The Druids (Celtic priests) would cut the mistletoe that grew on the oak tree and give it as a blessing. Oaks were seen as sacred and the winter fruit of the mistletoe was a symbol of life in the dark winter months.
Judaism was the main religion of Israel at the time of Jesus' birth. The Jewish midwinter festival of Hanukkah marks an important part of Jewish history. It is eight days long and on each day a candle is lit. It is a time of remembrance, celebration of light, a time to give gifts and have fun.