It’s now – looking back – that I can see how worthwhile it was.
This post has existed in draft for almost a year. It seems fitting to publish it now – in its original guise – with an update at the end.
July 2019 It was easy when I began blogging. I wrote for myself. Slowly a community has built which I value highly, but as it has grown I find myself questioning the content I choose. I begin to ask myself what others may wish to read; I begin comparing what I post against what others post. And that’s not what it’s about. Family stuff has quietly slipped off the table although it was a key part of why I started the blog in the first place. But this is a post that I want here for many reasons. I remind myself that it’s easy enough for people to slide on past if the subject matter is not to their taste. Continue reading “The View from Here: love is the true price of love (George Herbert)”
When they went home, at last, the sky was a riot of violent colours and a lonely bird, hidden in the chestnut tree, cried out, like an augury.
(Read as part of Dewithon 19 and for The Classics Club.)
Continue reading “The Snow Spider Trilogy by Jenny Nimmo”
… in the space between International Women’s Day and Mothering Sunday
For a week or so, I have been considering drafting a Mother’s Day post. It would have been one of my rambles, perhaps on my role as a mother and as a daughter. But today (I am writing on Thursday March 8th) leaves me wanting to pare down my usual florid style and take a different tack. In the end, I don’t know that I’ve done a lot of paring. But what I want to say matters to me. It stands as it is. Continue reading “The View from Here: thoughts…”
The view from here has been aqueous
January draws to a close. One month ago this evening – on New Year’s Eve – it was wet. Torrentially wet. The tale of our attempts to enjoy the NYE celebrations at Looe may resurface at more length one day but for now I shall say only that the weather played a significant, and not very pleasant, role. B’s face probably says it all. Continue reading “The View from Here: water, water, everywhere”
And that moment captured the essence of this year’s Christmas, which for me was all about the very old and the very young.
It is the twenty-fifth of January. This time last month was another 25th. It was Christmas Day. Yes, a distant memory already; we’ve been back in the real world quite long enough to have packed away all thoughts of Christmas with the baubles and the tinsel. When it comes to including Christmas here in A Corner of Cornwall I’m even later than last year, but I do want a record of it and it is just a month back after all. Not so very long ago. But be warned. And if you really can’t stomach the thought a brief foray back into festive realms I can’t blame you. I suggest you move along briskly. Continue reading “The View from Here: Christmas 2017”
After all, I only get one crack at this next decade!
I’ve been in a dilemma. I want to write a birthday blog yet why would anyone want to read it? I remind myself that essentially one blogs for oneself. But the purpose of publishing is that others should read what is published, and if there is an audience, then surely the audience deserves consideration. And really – can I expect anyone to want to read about my birthday? So with the subject matter made clear, feel free to move along if birthdays aren’t your thing. Continue reading “The View from Here: when life doesn’t quite go as planned”
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”
life is a glorious and messy business
This post belongs in mid-August. I began writing it early October and I’m finally publishing it in early November. What holds all three dates together are open skies and golden sunshine – beyond that life has been up and down and round the block a few times. Right now, life is good. It’s a good time to write about family. Continue reading “The View from Here: August in November”
Wonderful colours, the smells of steam and smoke (and burgers); the vehicles all polished to perfection
We had promised ourselves a day out before July was through and on the last day of the month we made it: we visited Boconnoc Steam Fair. Continue reading “Boconnoc Steam Fair”