For my mum

When I kissed her and said goodbye that night…watched her walk away, I didn’t know it would be for the very last time.

This past week we have cried, held each other tight, laughed and reflected. We have remembered the beautiful person we were all so lucky to have in our lives.

She loved flowers, loved growing things; was never more happy than when her hands were in the soil. So, as spring unfolds and earth awakens, I will see her in the snowdrops, in the daffodils, in everything that grows; and I will smile.

For my beautiful mum 1942 – 2015

Count the garden by flowers never by the leaves that fall. Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll ~ Author Unknown.

Forget me not

 

Moments

Sometimes, in life, there are pure and glorious moments.

If I could bottle these moments I would, but I can’t, so instead I write them here.

I laughed so hard tonight I felt like a child again. There was nothing else in that moment, just unadulterated joy.

Looking for more of that, I can tell you.

#celebratingdailiness

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Beautiful waste

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Today, I challenged myself to make the most mundane household item beautiful…this image is of our frost-covered outside dustbin.

#celebratingdailiness

Golden


Golden collage

Golden hues seem to be prominent in many of my recent photographs.  All of these were taken at home…it’s amazing how much beauty their is without even venturing out.

Joining in with writealm prompts and #celebratingdailiness on a very dark and wet Saturday afternoon in Yorkshire.

Sometimes

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Sometimes, stuck in a fog between us, are the words we want to say.

You and I have climbed mountains together. We share glorious joys. We are quiet together when words don’t need to be spoken. We know one another, we love each other deeply but sometimes I know we don’t like each other…and this is okay. But I need you to know that I am thankful for you, for the constancy…without you I wouldn’t feel whole. Truth.

Writing along with Amanda’s beautiful prompts…today’s is ‘constancy’.

The blink of an eye

Fifteen

In the blink of an eye, he is 15.

Time does not stand still, they grow (oh, how they grow) and life rolls on. Big things happen (good & bad) but, what I will remember; what I want to remember more than anything are the little things. The smiles (and the frowns), the laughter, the hugs, the everyday conversations…just being together.

I never knew I could love so much…my heart is full and for this I thank him.

Writing along with January prompts from writealm…today’s is ‘here & now’.

#celebratingdailiness

Seamless

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Seamless days

freedom fueled,

ingesting life;

strong and sweet.

Grasping,

with both hands,

the hopes of youth

and callow dreams.

Childhood,

glorious childhood,

before us;

before everything.

Writing along with January prompts from writealm.

Thursday

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The day my working week ends and three days at home begin…I love Thursdays, I really do. Cheers!

#celebratingdailiness

Tea & Paper

Noticing and Musings

April Coady Poetry

Life is adventure, poetry and love.

Susan Rushton

Celebrating gardens, photography and a creative life

Angela Topping

Poet and Educator

Buone Storie & Corse

Parti, osserva, fermati, scatta. Riparti!

Geen Geenie

Writer & Artist Bridgeen Gillespie

Michelle GD

tiny moments (and everything in between)

Loving Leisure Time

This is how I spend my quality free time...

Lonestar Lauren

Life and travels of a native Texan.

UnseenLamhey

"Our Internal Depiction is complex yet original."

Wild Soul Grace

staying present : living and dying

Joshi Daniel Photography

Photoblog of Joshi Daniel

Hands on Bowie & Jimi

You know, it's cool for cats.