Another Friday

How is it that I managed to write a blog post every day for nearly two weeks and now it's been over a week since the last one?!  I think it doesn't help that it's the school holidays as my usual mush-brain turns into holiday mush-brain and I have no idea what day it is 😀  It just goes to show how we manage to fit things in - or not - but here I am at last with a catch up from the last week or so.

These photos were take on one of the walks I did before small daughter broke up for the Easter holidays.  We were out at the Nine Arches in Earlestown again and I took a different path which runs parallel to the main cycle path.  This wide grassy area was lined on both sides by what I thought were hawthorn bushes but reading this post of Lucy's, I think maybe they're blackthorn instead.  I'm now thinking we might have a blackthorn tree in our garden and that's been a mystery to me for the nearly 18 years we've lived here so that's good to know!

The flowers are very pretty, and very like hawthorn flowers.  It was so lovely to walk down the flower-lined path, it really felt as if Spring had definitely arrived and that everything around me just couldn't wait to burst into life.

End of March

And here we are at the end of the month!

Thank you if you've stuck with me for the last two weeks whilst I've been posting every day - I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have!

It's been so lovely to have the daily conversation with you.  I haven't always managed to reply to your comments but it's been great to read them all and particularly those from yesterday's Monthly Musing - so many of us "in recovery" from thoughtless childhood words!  Thank you for taking the time to write to me, I very much appreciate it xx

I've taken your advice over the mug stains too, you'll be be pleased to know.  This is after a retainer cleaning tablet, a hot wash in the dishwasher and a good scrub with a scrubby pad in the sink - not bad, eh?!

Monthly Musing - March 2021 - Can-do thinking

I love it when you read a magazine article and it stops you in your tracks.

 

The one that I was reading was all about someone whose Grandma had commented disparagingly on the drawing she had given her when she was very young and she never really drew again after that.  It sounds so sad, and might also have you asking, “Why didn’t she ignore the Grandma?” or “Why didn’t she tell the Grandma how much she had upset her?” and I think we all know the answer to that.

 

Reading this, has an occasion sprung to mind when someone told you that you couldn’t do something?  Or can you see yourself in your childhood years feeling dispirited because someone else was better at doing something than you, so you felt that you might as well give up?  Yup, I think there might be more than a few of us.  For me, it was a high school teacher in dressmaking classes (oh yes, that really was a thing!) and I went from being confident and ready to tackle anything to never considering making my own clothes again.