… there will be
No Dog In This House…
I acquired a canine companion on a walk recently. Bruce is a young black lab who hails from our neighbouring farm. I tried to make him return to the farmhouse but he was having none of it. He and his fellow canines do often amble between farm and farmhouse. I thought perhaps if I walked on and ignored him, he would get bored and head back. Nope. Continue reading “The View From Here is most definitely feline”
At the time of writing, I have been culling: a harrowing experience
Ah…. Books. An entirely different matter from reading. Books are entities; books have a presence of their own beyond the words and the worlds contained within their pages. Books are things of beauty. At least that’s how it is for me. Continue reading “Books, Glorious Books…”
Turning away, I returned to the robins in the sunshine and pondered for a while on the lives playing out around me… We intersect, but how rarely we connect.
We parked away from the main car park on our last visit to Lanhydrock, opting instead for the smaller and nearer car park at Respryn.
It was a sparkling bright winter’s day. The holly was polished to perfection and there were robins in abundance. This bold little fellow caught my eye. Continue reading ““You reading this, Be ready””
At least it solves the delicate problem of who to ask to buy those red knickers.
This weekend’s new moon ushered in the Chinese New Year. It is the year of the Rooster: the Fire Rooster no less. I knew I was born in the year of the Rooster but only now have I learned that I am a Fire Rooster. Fire Roosters are apparently trustworthy, with a strong sense of time-keeping and responsibility at work. I doubt there is anyone that knows me who would vouch for my strong sense of time-keeping but the other two attributes I’d like to think were applicable. I am in august company, it seems. In no particular order, more famous fellow Fire Roosters include Dawn French, Donny Osmond, Jools Holland, Stephen Fry, Hans Zimmer and Martin Luther King III. Who knew! Continue reading “The View from Here: family, fizz, fireworks and damp squibs”
In allowing myself these few days in which to celebrate family, my heart opens.
How to write about Christmas when it’s all packed away, in the past, gone and forgotten? Maybe not entirely forgotten but certainly time has moved on and people are thinking of other things now that January has its feet firmly under the table. But Christmas is an important event in my calendar and I can’t pack away the memories along with the boxes of decorations. The memories need to be stored here. Preserving memories and thankfulness were key reasons for starting this blog.
So feel free to move right along on these belated festive posts – they’re likely to be schmaltzy and sentimental but I need to give Christmas and New Year their moments in the spotlight.
Continue reading “The View from Here: Christmas 2016”
Finally I emerge – not a shining butterfly … more like a sleepy owl, blinking and bemused, but ready to wish one and all a belated Happy New Year!
Well! Here I am, halfway through the second week of January 2017. And finally settling to a blog post. I have been writing – but for myself alone. And I have been reading – reading books, and also whittling away at the ever-growing list of posts written by others: people who make time for writing, reading and living in a way that seems to elude me a lot of the time. And I’ve caught up on some people I owe emails to, though several important and dear friends are still waiting. Continue reading “The View from Here: the January sap is rising”
I’d like to bottle this autumn and bring it out to smell and savour whenever I need to stop and slow down and remember all that is good in this world.
It has been a languorous autumn. Long, slow and peaceful. Bright, crisp, sunny days only occasionally demarcated by a grey no-weather day or a day of relentless rain. Frosty mornings. Stunningly beautiful star-spangled velvet skies. Continue reading “The View from Here: autumn in a bottle”