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Category Archives: walksImage
Anyone who has been reading this blog for a while will know how much I loathe housework, but these are strange times! Today found me actually wanting to give the bathroom a thorough going over!
As I was putting things back on the windowsill, I realised that every item has a special memory or significance to me.
Left to right:
There is an Umbrella plant, that I grew from a root cutting given to me by a dear friend who I see only rarely nowadays. She is currently staying somewhere in deepest India, unable to return home due to the transport system in that country being under lockdown. The glass bowl it sits in, has been with me since I got married in 1972, nothing special, not beautiful, but it has become an old familiar friend.
In a little pot next to it are some honeysuckle cuttings, waiting to see if they grow roots, so that I can give some little plants to my daughter as requested.
The fish shaped little dish holds a bumble bee that sadly died in my bathroom, I know Little Miss M (7) would love to see it, so I am keeping it for when she is able to come into my house again.
The clay dolphin was made by Miss E when she was about 8. I took her to some wonderful sculpture and stone-carving worshops when she was being homeschooled.
I bought the brass incense burner with the Ohm symbol when I was travelling in 1994 and visiting Buddhist communities all round the world – such powerful memories. It reminds me of chanting in the echoing valleys of the Himalaya Mountains.
The scallop shell was given to me by my neighbour, who is a diver, and brings me yummy scallops in the summer. The shells it holds all come from the beaches of my beloved Pembrokeshire, collected on my month in a treehouse by the sea.
Sea glass, collected on my local beaches, in times gone by.
A collection of tiny white pebbles – there is something so beautiful about them.
The twisted piece of wire with beads: this was a spiral Christmas decoration I had been making with my grandchildren
One of them sat in the bathroom, and after the twins came to stay – I found this one had been just too tempting to resist – I rather like the resulting tiny wire sculpture.
The jam jar has more honeysuckle cuttings,
and the shell on the right was given to me by my Mum when I was a teenager.
A whole lot of family, friends and memories on that tiny windowsill.
Do you have similar little collections about the house?
This photo is being entered in Cee’s Photo Challenge: Diagonal Lines
I took it on a walk this afternoon. I went for a walk ‘with’ Cathy.
We walk together even though we are miles apart.
Past the field to the woods
where the blubells are just coming into flower
Cathy and I enjoy nudging each other to get out there, enjoying this beautiful Spring.
I set out across the field thinking that a field after maize is a bleak sight, devoid of creative opportunities. …
….and then I started noticing details in the hedgerow
Pussy willow, so magical in the sunshine. This photo was taken with my phone, isn’t it remarkable how technology has moved on in such a short time.
Looking up against the sky, lifted my spirits
My mind translated this picture into stitch: running stitch, fly stitch, couching and French Knots.
Joining in with is great theme: https://thesandychronicles.blog/2020/03/06/friendly-friday-challenge-art-unexpected/
I’m sure you too have found inspiration in unexpected places……
I am trying to fit more exercise in amongst all the crafting – anyone else in the same boat? I needed some motivation to prise me away from the allure of the needles, threads and yarns.
So I started a Facebook Group inviting Facebook friends, wherever they are in the world to join me. If one of us is going for a walk, we post it on Facebook and ask if anyone can join us on that day. It doesn’t have to be at the same time, just the same day. Afterwards we post our photos in our FB group to share our walks.
And it is working! I would never have gone out in the bitter wind and pelting rain if I hadn’t said I would join a friend in Australia and a friend in Yorkshire. Head down into the driving wind, I was imagining walking alongside my friend in Oz under blue skies, and my friend in Yorkshire, skipping through a sprinkling of snow.
Then I went to pick up a friend and we went to Upwey Wishing Well
and had a wander round the delightful watery gardens before the reward of a delicious Cream Tea
Have you been out and about this week?
On Thursday, a brief break in the relentless rain saw me donning my wellies and making a dash for it – catching a walk in the sunshine before it disappeared again.
Gorse in the hedgerows is always a cheery sight.
I walked straight out across the fields and looked back towards my house across the very soggy land
But I am so lucky compared with the thousands of people who have had their lives disrupted by the floods.
Then, into the woods
I can’t quite explain the sheer joy of seeing sunshine slanting through the clumps of hazel, it made me feel like a woodland sprite skipping over sunbeams.
And the sky went all bluebell too
My whole being was soaking up all this light and joy, making up for months of grey, wind and wet.
Peeping through the trees at the fields looking so green in the sunshine
and of course the obligatory photos of lichen – I am so fascinated by this stuff – I am convinced it holds secrets and answers and healing properties as yet untapped
Moss is nearly as fascinating
but doesn’t hold the magic of lichen.
I do hope you have been able to catch some sunbeams in your neck of the woods.