The sorbus leaves swayed on a light breeze against a blue sky. My back was warmed by a weak Spring sun. The garden smelt of Spring - turned soil, spring bulbs, and grass cuttings. The garden was a noisy place to be ~ birds chattering and squabbling at the bird feeders.
All was well with my world.
Days later my mother in law died very suddenly at home.
There was no time to say thank you for welcoming me so readily into her family, for all the baby sitting she had done, all the knitting, for treating me so well, for all the bunches of flowers, helping us to move house, for helping us to paint the nursery - she proudly bought the pram, for the meals she brought when our kids were young and I was so tired, for the Sunday lunches she cooked to perfection, afternoons spent playing by the paddling pool with the kids, coming home to find she had been over while we were at work and done the gardening, for the holidays we enjoyed at her caravan, Christmases and birthdays, meals out, for teaching me about gardening and the visiting birds.
We always hugged when we met and when we departed.
Not this time.
Just one kiss, "God bless", and tears.
And today I shall return to my garden, do some planting, listen to the birds, soak up the sun, and remember her fondly, no more tears ~ well maybe a few tears. x.
Our walking has now progressed sufficiently to tackle a mini walking weekend. Not many miles really, but enough to make us stagger bow legged back to the hotel, grateful that there was a bannister on both sides of the staircase to haul ourselves up to our room. ☺
The weather was bright and sunny but as we climbed higher it became bitterly cold and it started to snow.
Ilam village is very peaceful.
Then we were in exposed White Peak country.
The scenery is breath-taking. I used to hate walking. Now l can not imagine not walking~that gentle methodical plod of your boots seems to transport you away from life's stresses. And for those walking hours you are away from it all.
Looking through my photos there seem to be some common themes ~ walks, flowers, gardens and skies; lots and lots of skies. It seems that I look to the skies quite often. I think to look up from the busyness, stresses and trivia of the every day and see a vast sky reminds me that I am just a minute figure in a huge and glorious universe and my every day trivia is just that. L.x.
Carnarvon Sep 14
"The sky is the daily bread of the eyes." Ralph Waldo Emerson.
My phonics working wall at school. It amuses me that the one which has slipped is "ow"!
The kids choose a phonics star each day and they are in charge of the light sabre to point out the phonemes. Funny ~ I love it as much as the children ~ lol!