Hazel

Did you miss me? ;)

Does someone fancy telling the weather that it is actually June and not octobre? I got up to thick, grey drizzle this morning, and it has been cold, grey and wet since wednesday. Yesterday was the solctice, démîn, valet! The garden is lovely and green but come on... I need some sun to ripen my strawberries!

Yesterday was Father's day and I intended to knock out some drabbles on that theme. The Muse had other ideas. She took my quill away and handed me needle and thread so I shall have quilty things completed soon, which will be cool. : )

I'm sure there was something else... *thinks*

Guess where I've been? Wharfedale! And I don't mean t'stereo speakers!

What a fabulous day! It's definitely in my top 5 places to revisit, and soon. Given that Bolton Abbey nearby was madness, Parcevall remained a hidden gem. There were others there but there was enough land to roam that we all had our share of peace and solitude. Picspam forthcoming when I've sorted through the 107 photos I took.

*happy sigh*

Seeking shelter from the rain in my D'Caën anemones. Taken today 15:47.

WORRY!WORRY!WORRY!

Mothers live in perpetual terror - of fire and flood and lonely roads, of evil men and lunatic drivers, of failing brakes and train derailments and aircraft hitting trees. They only let it show about three o'clock in the morning.

Mothers don't really have premonitions. They have been over every possible eventuality so often - both good and ill - that whatever happens to you, they've rehearsed it.

Hulking great muscle bound heros whose mothers have access to their baggage will find extra socks, vitamin c capsules, snipped out articles on the care of the feet and packes of dental floss tucked in among the pitons and ice axes.

Mothers are inclined to worry. All the time. Thanks, for not letting it show too much.

It's all very well saying, "Mum, don't fuss" - but it is she who discovers you haven't packed your documents.
~Pam Brown

Only when I became a mother did I gain a graphic insight into my own. You can't explain it, motherhood; it has to be felt.

A snowdrop walk at the local Palladian style Hall. A pleasant 2 hour ramble.



( Another 7 photos and a bit of captioning )

Bouanne Saint Valentîn, man tchoeu!
( A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. )

Happy Christmas, merry Yule, happy Hannukah. Whichever you celebrate, I wish everyone who sees this post, even if by happenstance, all the best.



And that's me. Until next time, sogni d'oro.

My best photo of last night's trifecta of the moon, Venus and Mars. Taken 18:49 between the clouds that threatened to deny me sight of the phenomenon!

( Firework burst )

Image belongs to Chromasia.com. No copyright infringement intended.
Taken at the annual international firework competition hosted at Blackpool, and the closest I'll get to fireworks tonight.