Every day is a beautiful day if you walk on the sunny side of the street

Every day is a beautiful day if you walk on the sunny side of the street
The view from my kitchen window...

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Making something every day


During the Summer I found several lovely "new to me" blogs. One is Three stories high. This lady is so so clever; Jo aims to make something every day. Of course some things take longer than just one day but she works on creative stuff each day. I love this blog. I expect I am late to the party, again! - and that you already read Three Stories High. I  like the fact that Jo is very thrifty and uses what she has or has been given. Even those tiny scraps of left over wool from a project are transformed into flowers etc.

Jo works outside the home and has a family to raise - she made me realise that I can still be creative even when I do go back to work in Jan. 

One project I finally got round to was a drawstring bag...............................





I have been crafting most evenings and a lot is getting done!

L.x.

Tuesday, 21 October 2014

Do you like Autumn?

There has been a lot of blog  talk of late about the changing season. It seems that Autumn is like Marmite - you either love it or you hate it. Or maybe only those with strong views either way comment!

I am ok with Autumn. I am ok with all the seasons as there is something lovely to be found in each. 

The seasons will change regardless of whether I whine or whinge so I am just going to find something lovely in them all! I decided on this when I was a teenager waiting for the school bus in all weathers!

Whilst I am sad that my Summer flowers are going over there is still a lot of colour in the garden. As plentiful Summer borders empty I am beginning to see the bare bones of the garden and can see which plants need to be moved, pruned or divided. 

I spend a little time each day pondering and planning.

I wandered around my garden on Sunday.........








I even found a few tomatoes on a very bedraggled plant in the greenhouse. 














I am lucky to have a garden - it brings me colour and hope and something to look forward to, whatever the season.


L.x.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Autumn evenings

The evenings are cold and dark but the crochet blanket grew enough to keep me 
warm as I worked.



This blanket  will be sent along with the Christmas shoe boxes to Link to Hope.




After three years of crafting mainly for charity I think this will be my last charity make for a while. I would like to return to some projects I started for myself ages ago. These projects were left unfinished when I set up the charity knit 'n' natter group.

It was cold enough to have our fire lit the other evening - all very snug and cosy.

Hope you are all well.

L.x.


"For me, there's nothing better than curling up in my favorite blanket on a cloudy or rainy day and just knit. Especially in front of the fireplace."

Sunday, 12 October 2014

Valencia in October


Steve had to work during the Summer so we booked a holiday in October to Valencia and last week was THE week!

We left temperatures of 15 degrees and entered a world of 30 degrees plus. Valencia was experiencing an unusual heatwave for this time of year.

This was the view from our hotel suite. It looked beautiful at any time of day or night and we often just sat and stared out at the view!


Sand sculpture grabbed your attention.....



... including the last supper and angels....


 We took the tourist bus and the "ordinary, every day,  Spanish take this bus" bus along leafy roads.




We wandered through the town where lemon and lime trees grew amidst the hustle and bustle.









We sat beneath umbrellas sipping sangria and people watching.



Back at the port, we sat in my favourite bar/restaurant looking out to sea.....




Sangria, paella, tapas, seafood, a spanish dictionary close to  hand to help schoolgirl Spanish lessons,
several books, hot hot weather - it was a time to be savoured and much enjoyed.

 Yet it is good to be home too. Now that  this long awaited holiday has come and gone I finally feel that Summer is finished and I am enjoying the Autumn colours I have returned to.

Adios amigas!
L.x.

Monday, 29 September 2014

Portmeirion


Our recent trip to Wales did become a bit of a bucket list "ticker - offer" session. Quite unintentional, but that's how it went. As we sat in the hotel, one evening, looking at tourist stuff and maps I realised how close we were  to Portmeirion which I have always wanted to visit. 

In the 60's they filmed The Prisoner there. I am old enough to remember but don't - so I asked my mom and she said she & Dad had never watched it - hence why I don't remember the programme. 

But I have seen Portmeirion on TV and have always wanted to visit.

I suppose it is a kind of folly , yet is so much more than that. Sir Clough Williams-Ellis  decided to build a village in Italianate style and did just that. 


Positioned in a very sheltered spot the gardens have palms and other tropical plants and as such one can imagine oneself to be anywhere but the UK.



As we walked down to the sea, Steve hastened his pace.  I was still admiring the rose beds but when I looked round he had reserved a table for us - the best in house; a solitary table on a balcony looking out to sea.
We ate a delicious lunch - probably one of the nicest meals we have ever eaten - was it the food, the scenery, the solitude, the company? Probably all of these things but it was one of our nicest meals ever.


 

We hope to return, one day. Who's to say we will? But we have happy  memories of a hot September afternoon when the sun shone and we wallowed in the moment.

L.x.






Wednesday, 24 September 2014

Snowdonia

This is the view from the top of Snowdonia. I had always wanted to see it and now I have. At the bottom of the mountain it was a very warm sunny day. At the top, the breeze was crisp and cold but the sun was beginning to burn off the cloud. The scenery was stunning and we just stared in awe and wonder. 

Everyone  was very quiet ~ it was just totally surreal and beautiful and few words could have described it all anyway. We drank hot chocolate and just stared and all too soon it was time to return to the real world.
L.x.

Saturday, 20 September 2014

Growing old is but a number

Thank you for your lovely comments on the last post. Straight after the interview we packed the car and were away on mini break. We had a lovely few days in Wales and then we met up with our three sons in Chester to celebrate our eldest son's birthday (he's 28!!)

It's been a lovely break from the norm.

As we were walking along this beach I was pondering  "Blimey I don't  feel old enough to have a son turning 28."  I am not worried by this, it just feels funny as I feel quite young!

Then I saw an elderly chap who had left his wheelchair on the promenade and walked a short distance on his walking stick to a large piece of driftwood on the sand. He sat down on the driftwood, quite alone on the almost deserted beach and proceeded to remove the shop wrapping paper on a brightly coloured children's kite and started to fly it joyfully.

He demonstrated  joy in the moment and joy for the future. I hope I shall never lose pleasure in simple, happy things. He gave me much hope. ☺
L.x.