It is this time of year when our home becomes the epitome of its meaning, a place to feel safe, hibernate, rest, slow down (when possible) and just enjoy these days the sun often evades.

The ochre glow of this place of ours fills my soul and makes me truly thankful for what I have in my life.

Along with this thankfulness comes a tinge of melancholy, for another year coming to an end,  time knows nothing of this, it just rolls on and with it we roll too.

My thoughts turn to the new year, and the process of life, which can be as rich or as insipid as we make it…we have to know what makes us happy, who makes us happy and fill our lives with it, with them…it’s too short for anything else.

Feeling philosophical today and writing along with writealm using yesterday’s prompt ‘ochre’.



Saffron leaves

Fallen souls of summer hang

on branches, half bare, awaiting winter’s

hand to sweep them clean and leave

a blanket of golden leaf-shaped flowers

where we tread.

Inspired by yesterday’s writealm prompt ‘blanket’.

G r a t i t u d e

Pink Cyclamen

In a week that has both managed to beat me and at the same time whoosh by, I have been quietly grateful for many things, not least a wonderful daily email from Michelle and of course her beautiful daily blog posts as part of Gratitude Week 2014.

I won’t lie, on a couple of occasions it has been hard to feel grateful this week (which is very unlike me). However, in the midst of a what felt like wading through treacle (we all have weeks like this!) there is always something…my son’s never ending cheerfulness, my husband’s ability to laugh through pain, my own ability to tell myself to get a grip and of course the love of dear friends.

Even though I feel like I let this week win, there was still some good in every day…thanks Michelle for reminding me and for making my week a better one x

Gratitude is the fairest blossom which springs from the soul ~ Henry Ward Beecher

You were there

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You were there when we moved into our beloved home…as if to welcome us. You were not ours but we loved you as if you were. You were a pleasure, the loveliest cat we have ever known, gentle and oh so funny. Tommy, our borrowed cat, our furry friend…how we will miss you.

Rest in peace Tommy x

Inspired by the most gentle creature I have ever known and using today’s Writealm prompt ‘pleasure’.

Winter’s veil

Decay sepia 2


A veil of frost, gossamer thin, has painted our world as we slept. White, like delicate lace, the first of the season.

Fading trees against crisp blue skies, with leaves suspended, ready to drop,  memories of summer echoing as they fall.

I see Autumn’s decay, there is beauty in it, so I breath in its final offerings before they are lost for another year.

Pulling up my collar against the cold, I walk on, knowing winter is not far away.

Inspired by one of this month’s Writealm prompts ‘veil’.

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