Time, bring back the rapturous ignorance of long ago…

I read something the other day that said, ‘My favourite thing about photographs, is that they don’t change, even when the people in them do.” You can see when a photograph is special. Even another person’s photograph. Someone you don’t even know. Certain photographs resonate love and memory and the feeling of another, happier time. These are usually the older ones. The ones with curled up edges and an aged, sepia tone. Because older means better right? This is usually the case. This is human nature. We are so quick to forget the bad and romanticise the good. The below photographs are … Continue reading Time, bring back the rapturous ignorance of long ago…

Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

This is quite a famous story and many of you will be familiar with it. But, seeing as it is Christmas Eve, and truthfully, seeing as I am desperately clutching at anything that will propel me head first into the Christmas spirit, I thought it would be appropriate to share it again. In 1897, eight-year-old Virginia O’Hanlon wrote a letter to the editor of New York’s Sun, and the quick response was printed as an unsigned editorial Sept. 21, 1897. The piece of writing below of newsman Francis Pharcellus Church has since become history’s most reprinted newspaper editorial, appearing in part … Continue reading Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus

I wrote a love story once

I wrote a love story once. This was a long time ago. And yes I mean an actual, literal, love story. Like a fairytale. With a ‘Once upon a time’ and a ‘happily ever after.’ It really was rather endearing. It included a princess and some magic and an exotic stranger. Actually, the exotic stranger was a magician. It makes sense in the end, trust me. I have since experienced my own versions of love stories. None of which involved any princesses; magic, I guess to some extent; exotic strangers… well actually, yes. There have been no happily  ever afters … Continue reading I wrote a love story once

“If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.”

Seeing as today is the official first day of Spring springing {down here in the Southern Hemisphere} I am going to honour it with a succession of pictures I have taken over the course of the last few days of one of my flowers blooming. I know, it really is an endearing concept and one that has admittedly kept me rather entertained. I don’t know what flower this actually is unfortunately, maybe someone more knowledgeable can assist with that? I know, bless. Finally, I bolded ‘official’ because one of my friends just told me that today really isn’t the first day of Spring, … Continue reading “If you’ve never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, maybe your soul has never been in bloom.”

Love, sun and baby blankets

So love. It was bound to come up eventually. Although, I don’t think that up until this point I have spoken about anything else. I have been asked before, ‘Do you remember the first time you fell in love.’ And my answer is, ‘Yes, vividly.’ It was three days before my third birthday. When my little sister was born. I had waited for her you see. I had anticipated her arrival and I had dreamed of what it would be like to have something small and fragile that I could care for and that maybe one day could look up … Continue reading Love, sun and baby blankets

The ugly baby and the troll

So bless I found a picture of myself last night when I was about 2. I actually found this picture in my mother’s wallet. Of course I was going through my mother’s wallet in the hope to find a picture of myself.  I was such a cute baby/toddler. Yes, I know how that sounds but I really was though. Let’s be honest there is nothing worse than an ugly baby. Although they are comical. Like, there’s so much contradiction with them. Like Trolls. Does anyone remember Trolls? The dolls, not the actual fantastical woodland creatures. They’re ugly, but still really cute. But … Continue reading The ugly baby and the troll

Peter Rabbit and the Watering Can

So following on from my previous post about my newly acquired gardening/flower pot joy. I have also recently realised that I love watering cans. For me, a watering can evokes feelings of nostalgia, tranquillity, a hidden garden, in my mind, all in the form of Beatrix Potter illustrations. An extract from The Tale of Peter Rabbit below: “PETER gave himself up for lost, and shed big tears; but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows, who flew to him in great excitement, and implored him to exert himself. MR. McGREGOR came up with a sieve, which he intended to … Continue reading Peter Rabbit and the Watering Can

30 years, begonias and swimming pools.

So my parents have been married for 30 years and 1 day today. If you can do basic logic/maths that means that yesterday was their 30th Wedding Anniversary. I didn’t buy them anything but I bought them lunch. I hope that’s enough. I also make up for it by being an amazing daughter and bringing so much joy into their lives. Or so I keep telling them. They offer no pearls of wisdom as to the secret of a long and happy marriage besides, ‘well, we just put up with each other really.’ Ok, noted. That’s sort of what I … Continue reading 30 years, begonias and swimming pools.