Thanks for sharing your life. I felt I was walking in the gardens with you enjoying the summer day (as we head into winter in my part of the world). I hope the stitches come out soon and it heals quickly.
Thank you, Alice. I hoped the northern hemisphere might enjoy a little bit of a summer's gentle day.
The stitches come out on Monday thank heaven, as I seem to be reacting to whatever fibre was used. I 'could' get my embroidery scissors and glasses and a magnifying mirror and take them out myself but better not as I still have to get the path results. I'm just one giant patchwork these days! As I mentioned 'C'est la vie...'
Removing a carcinoma with stitches to prove it-- you have a wonderful attitude. I found some personal advice in it. A life well lived sometimes means we pay a small price. C'est la vie in French or Sh-t happens in "American."
I hope the Terrier's issue isn't life threatening. We just found out our 7 year old Springer Spaniel has multiple myeloma. :(
Oh CK! I'm so sorry about your young Springer. That's so unfair! I hope he can be comfortable and happy.
No our JRT is just growing blind with sudden and alarming rapidity. Harder for us than him. His sense of smell has quadrupled in 2 weeks, his hearing not so much. But he is showing a dependence on me that he really didn't have before (so bolshy and spirited!). I rather love the new Terrier. So out of something nasty, good things can come.
I think you're right on the count of a life well-lived. Nothing is free in this world and if that's the price of contentment, then so be it. I count my blessings. Take care...
Another glorious garden. The Open Gardens Scheme is always such a pleasure. And well done with going with the flow. Life Happens. Better than the alternative I guess. 😏
Age is a great teacher, Beth. I was a shocker in bucking the flow when I was younger. Do you think we all are until the getting of wisdom?
And yes, I am so grateful for open gardens. Longford Blooms opens every November over two days and the proceeds go to two good charities. This is the second time we've been and it is breathtaking and inspiring all in one. I'm all up for next year!
I love garden tours! And your looked gorgeous. Thanks for taking us along. You are right: it is refreshing to see lush green and blue sky right now here in the Northern, rather grey hemisphere. (Although today we have blue sky and have promised ourselves a good long walk this afternoon to enjoy it.) Sorry to hear about the reason for the stitches; your attitude is perfect. Can't do anything about it now except take care as you move forward. Thanks so much for the shout out; I'm blushing a bit and mostly ever so glad you enjoyed it. Wishing you and all of yours a calm week ahead. ❤️
Goodness Prue, it feels as though you've been mistaken for a bowling pin lately, with one ball after another hurtling toward you! I'm feeling sad for you and the dog, but as you note, they sometimes seem to adapt more easily than we do. I love that you took the time to navigate your spaces on hands and knees to better understand what might need noticing. Brilliant!
I loved, and was not in the least surprised, reading below that you were once "a shocker in bucking the flow." Whether or not you still feel that way, that voice definitely comes through in your writing. Also loved hearing a moment of your actual voice on the video.
Here's to finding more and more synchronicity. I'm always honored to be mentioned here, and appreciate noting other sources of your inspiration as well. I've just started Hello, Beautiful, but I've got Giles Kristian on my list. (Is it, by chance, Where Blood Runs Cold?)
Here's to all the parts of us that long to be lounge lizards! :)
Yes, Where Blood Runs Cold is the one. And I write Blood on the Snow!!!! Goodness, apologies to Giles Kristian! I think it's the cover image which is indeed, blood on the snow.
Let's just blame it on this week's head scrambling and that I'm changing the POV of one of my two protagonists and its technically demanding.
You know, Elizabeth, it may sound as if my life is currently a punching bag, but to me it's just life. There are calm times and not so calm for everyone, and wouldn't we be naive if we didn't expect both? Yin and Yang, give and take. Nothing's perfect.
Have I navigated this year? I think I might have (I hope I have) but to be honest, it has been because of a small coterie of the kindest friends one can imagine, both in the flesh and online. And because my family is a tight little unit. Add to that the nature surrounding us which is pure balm, and the fact that I've been taught to take time out daily to meditate, and it's a reasonable recipe for support in tough times. Again - everyone has their own way which is as it should be.
I walked the dog yesterday and found that his sense of smell has amplified hugely and he's quite cocky within the house, so I think his adaptability is a huge lesson to us all. Dogs tend to wake up every morning to a new day - no regrets, just living in the moment. Yup, lesson being learned by me as we speak...
I checked out Hello Beautiful and bookmarked it. Thank you for that recommendation.
And guess what? It's 10 to 9 and I'm being the perfect lounge lizard. I've had brekkie and am back in bed! It's nice... XXXX
Gosh they look very posh gardens, very pretty though. Ouch for the skin cancer 🤔 you're very brave letting hubby decorate on his own without your supervision. 😉 love the tartan rug in the car...wenhave one in ours, its seen some miles and many places over the years. If it gets any older it will be afamily heirloom 😉
Posh gardens? A couple were, but generally they were curated by people just like us with a love of plants and what gardening can do for a person. I have some amazing pics and should have just made the piece a photo essay. I'll put up some more on FB for you.
Sending love to both you and the Terrier, Prue. The lovely little team of you and the T will adapt, I am sure, to his new circumstances, and I do hope that your cheek's not too sore and will heal very soon.
I loved the garden tour - thank you so much for taking me along for such a beautiful experience in your words and pictures. I adore things like that! I had my own tour of my parents' garden last week - it's their pride and joy, and the late autumn colours are just glorious. That's just reminded me that I'd taken some pictures - I must have a look!
Your talk of jazz and the sense of village community has zipped open a beautiful memory for me today - thank you. After our wedding nearly ten years ago we walked from the church up the village high street (right in the middle of the road, actually!), preceded by a jazz trio - and followed by most of the village, actually - to the pub. It was absolutely wonderful.
Such an evocative post, Prue. You always make me smile, think and reflect, and I really appreciate that about you and your writing. Thank you. ♥️
Our coastal village is mostly empty houses except for high season (summer and long weekends) when the incomers arrive, and the sad thing about the incomers is the complete lack of respect they have for a beautiful coastal environment. TBH, I love the empty houses and streets - it's the introvert in me, you see and the fact that I want to [protect the essence of this place.
But that said, there is a constant core of committed folk here - at the Bowls, Tennis and Golf Clubs, Rotary and Lions Clubs, with the choir (I don't and never would sing - foghorns come to mind), winter swimming (since they changed to a surf beach, I've had to drop out) and the arts (fabulous art group with a stunning annual exhibition) but sadly no gardening, writing or embroidery group. We used to have a far-ranging kayak group that I helped set up but age and the Grim Reaper have ripped that to shreds and there's only two of us left.
Still, one must make the most of what one has - I'm fortunate to have a small group of new and old friends with which to share life along the way. Life's good and we're more fortunate than many. XXXX
It's a lovely place, although I like to be anonymous and not circulate very much. That said, there is plenty going on here - and there is more set to be happening in the near future, because the village is soon to more than double in size (in terms of number of dwellings, I mean). I hope our infrastructure will be able to keep up! It's a super place to live, and I love it.
Thanks for sharing your life. I felt I was walking in the gardens with you enjoying the summer day (as we head into winter in my part of the world). I hope the stitches come out soon and it heals quickly.
Thank you, Alice. I hoped the northern hemisphere might enjoy a little bit of a summer's gentle day.
The stitches come out on Monday thank heaven, as I seem to be reacting to whatever fibre was used. I 'could' get my embroidery scissors and glasses and a magnifying mirror and take them out myself but better not as I still have to get the path results. I'm just one giant patchwork these days! As I mentioned 'C'est la vie...'
Removing a carcinoma with stitches to prove it-- you have a wonderful attitude. I found some personal advice in it. A life well lived sometimes means we pay a small price. C'est la vie in French or Sh-t happens in "American."
I hope the Terrier's issue isn't life threatening. We just found out our 7 year old Springer Spaniel has multiple myeloma. :(
Oh CK! I'm so sorry about your young Springer. That's so unfair! I hope he can be comfortable and happy.
No our JRT is just growing blind with sudden and alarming rapidity. Harder for us than him. His sense of smell has quadrupled in 2 weeks, his hearing not so much. But he is showing a dependence on me that he really didn't have before (so bolshy and spirited!). I rather love the new Terrier. So out of something nasty, good things can come.
I think you're right on the count of a life well-lived. Nothing is free in this world and if that's the price of contentment, then so be it. I count my blessings. Take care...
Another glorious garden. The Open Gardens Scheme is always such a pleasure. And well done with going with the flow. Life Happens. Better than the alternative I guess. 😏
Hugs dear Prue. 🤗🤗😘🌼🌻
Age is a great teacher, Beth. I was a shocker in bucking the flow when I was younger. Do you think we all are until the getting of wisdom?
And yes, I am so grateful for open gardens. Longford Blooms opens every November over two days and the proceeds go to two good charities. This is the second time we've been and it is breathtaking and inspiring all in one. I'm all up for next year!
I love garden tours! And your looked gorgeous. Thanks for taking us along. You are right: it is refreshing to see lush green and blue sky right now here in the Northern, rather grey hemisphere. (Although today we have blue sky and have promised ourselves a good long walk this afternoon to enjoy it.) Sorry to hear about the reason for the stitches; your attitude is perfect. Can't do anything about it now except take care as you move forward. Thanks so much for the shout out; I'm blushing a bit and mostly ever so glad you enjoyed it. Wishing you and all of yours a calm week ahead. ❤️
Love your writing, Sabrina. You have a deep awareness of your surroundings and it shows.
Goodness Prue, it feels as though you've been mistaken for a bowling pin lately, with one ball after another hurtling toward you! I'm feeling sad for you and the dog, but as you note, they sometimes seem to adapt more easily than we do. I love that you took the time to navigate your spaces on hands and knees to better understand what might need noticing. Brilliant!
I loved, and was not in the least surprised, reading below that you were once "a shocker in bucking the flow." Whether or not you still feel that way, that voice definitely comes through in your writing. Also loved hearing a moment of your actual voice on the video.
Here's to finding more and more synchronicity. I'm always honored to be mentioned here, and appreciate noting other sources of your inspiration as well. I've just started Hello, Beautiful, but I've got Giles Kristian on my list. (Is it, by chance, Where Blood Runs Cold?)
Here's to all the parts of us that long to be lounge lizards! :)
Yes, Where Blood Runs Cold is the one. And I write Blood on the Snow!!!! Goodness, apologies to Giles Kristian! I think it's the cover image which is indeed, blood on the snow.
Let's just blame it on this week's head scrambling and that I'm changing the POV of one of my two protagonists and its technically demanding.
You know, Elizabeth, it may sound as if my life is currently a punching bag, but to me it's just life. There are calm times and not so calm for everyone, and wouldn't we be naive if we didn't expect both? Yin and Yang, give and take. Nothing's perfect.
Have I navigated this year? I think I might have (I hope I have) but to be honest, it has been because of a small coterie of the kindest friends one can imagine, both in the flesh and online. And because my family is a tight little unit. Add to that the nature surrounding us which is pure balm, and the fact that I've been taught to take time out daily to meditate, and it's a reasonable recipe for support in tough times. Again - everyone has their own way which is as it should be.
I walked the dog yesterday and found that his sense of smell has amplified hugely and he's quite cocky within the house, so I think his adaptability is a huge lesson to us all. Dogs tend to wake up every morning to a new day - no regrets, just living in the moment. Yup, lesson being learned by me as we speak...
I checked out Hello Beautiful and bookmarked it. Thank you for that recommendation.
And guess what? It's 10 to 9 and I'm being the perfect lounge lizard. I've had brekkie and am back in bed! It's nice... XXXX
My favorite way to spend a morning -- !! A very in-the-moment way to be. ❤️
Gosh they look very posh gardens, very pretty though. Ouch for the skin cancer 🤔 you're very brave letting hubby decorate on his own without your supervision. 😉 love the tartan rug in the car...wenhave one in ours, its seen some miles and many places over the years. If it gets any older it will be afamily heirloom 😉
Posh gardens? A couple were, but generally they were curated by people just like us with a love of plants and what gardening can do for a person. I have some amazing pics and should have just made the piece a photo essay. I'll put up some more on FB for you.
Sending love to both you and the Terrier, Prue. The lovely little team of you and the T will adapt, I am sure, to his new circumstances, and I do hope that your cheek's not too sore and will heal very soon.
I loved the garden tour - thank you so much for taking me along for such a beautiful experience in your words and pictures. I adore things like that! I had my own tour of my parents' garden last week - it's their pride and joy, and the late autumn colours are just glorious. That's just reminded me that I'd taken some pictures - I must have a look!
Your talk of jazz and the sense of village community has zipped open a beautiful memory for me today - thank you. After our wedding nearly ten years ago we walked from the church up the village high street (right in the middle of the road, actually!), preceded by a jazz trio - and followed by most of the village, actually - to the pub. It was absolutely wonderful.
Such an evocative post, Prue. You always make me smile, think and reflect, and I really appreciate that about you and your writing. Thank you. ♥️
Your village sounds perfect.
Our coastal village is mostly empty houses except for high season (summer and long weekends) when the incomers arrive, and the sad thing about the incomers is the complete lack of respect they have for a beautiful coastal environment. TBH, I love the empty houses and streets - it's the introvert in me, you see and the fact that I want to [protect the essence of this place.
But that said, there is a constant core of committed folk here - at the Bowls, Tennis and Golf Clubs, Rotary and Lions Clubs, with the choir (I don't and never would sing - foghorns come to mind), winter swimming (since they changed to a surf beach, I've had to drop out) and the arts (fabulous art group with a stunning annual exhibition) but sadly no gardening, writing or embroidery group. We used to have a far-ranging kayak group that I helped set up but age and the Grim Reaper have ripped that to shreds and there's only two of us left.
Still, one must make the most of what one has - I'm fortunate to have a small group of new and old friends with which to share life along the way. Life's good and we're more fortunate than many. XXXX
It's a lovely place, although I like to be anonymous and not circulate very much. That said, there is plenty going on here - and there is more set to be happening in the near future, because the village is soon to more than double in size (in terms of number of dwellings, I mean). I hope our infrastructure will be able to keep up! It's a super place to live, and I love it.
Life's good for me too. We're so lucky. ♥️