So very thankful for the beauty of nature and its restorative powers.
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.
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.
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, 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’.
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’.
strong and sweet.
with both hands,
the hopes of youth
and callow dreams.
Writing along with January prompts from writealm.
This place, my space in a corner of this home, while outside the wind blows and rain hits the window. Just me, music and a spare hour found on this Saturday afternoon. A balm I am ever grateful for.
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