Orchard regiment

Rows of apple trees standing to attention, all waiting for the command to blossom.

In the stars

Clear night. I look up to see the same view I could see from my bedroom window as a child; Orion watching over me.

French breakfast

Deliciously warm, thinly crispy on the outside, pulled apart to reveal the soft and fibrous inside. Perfect with butter and strawberry jam.

Nice weather for the time of year...

Well there goes another week in the blink of an eye and it’s Friday again. Friday is my treat day, a day when I can please myself – during school hours at least. Today I’ve had a, frankly, HUGE danish pastry (which won’t do a thing to help with the post –Christmas weight-loss intentions) with some good coffee, and a peruse of the new issue of one of my favourite housey-gardeny magazines, all in peace and quiet. It’s the March copy (already!) with some beautiful spring flowers and sunshine on the cover. Optimistic and hopeful.

One of the things I’ve noticed about my noticings over the last few weeks since I’ve been writing small stones is how much I’m influenced by the weather and the surrounding landscape. I’m lucky enough to live in the lee of the Malvern Hills and I sometimes think we have our own little micro-climate here – slightly warmer, wetter, colder, frostier than even a mere 10 miles away.

The hills are a constant presence, mostly benevolent, and take on different guises depending on the time of year and the prevailing weather. They are a constant source of inspiration whether I’m looking up at them from my garden or looking down from them.

The sun was shining this morning as I walked my son to school and it makes such a difference to the mood of the day doesn’t it? Puts a spring in your step, especially at this time of year which can be so dreary. That said, I know I would get bored very quickly if it was guaranteed sunshine every day of the year. I love the way our seasons change and how the landscape changes with them. Our island nation is so diverse – I don’t think I could ever live anywhere else. It’s not hard to understand why us Brits nearly always begin a conversation with a comment about the weather!

Here’s to more Spring-like sunshine, even if it is glinting off frost, or struggling to banish early morning fog.

Until next time, have a lovely week… x

Silence

The ticking of the clock. The hum of the fridge. As quiet as it gets in our house.

Shepherd's delight

Inky clouds slowly diffuse across a pink blotting paper sunset.

In the wind

The tall yucca in my garden looks like something bigger and heavier has tried to sit on it. Such is the bluster of the wind.

Adornment and fighting time

A large tree,
in its winter state of undress,
proudly shows off its clouds of mistletoe.

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So January has been and gone, thirty one small stones written, not nearly as many read as I would have liked. What an enjoyable experience! Quite apart from anything else it has catalysed my somewhat dormant creative juices and I find myself seeing small stone material everywhere. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you who have read my offerings, taken the time to comment and deemed this blog worthy of following. I have been hugely encouraged by this - positive feedback is so valuable, no matter how small.

The small stone format suits me in my current life form too. Time is most definitely the enemy, but a stealthy one, my intentions are all too often dashed by the time stealer creeping up on me and the need for sleep being more persuasive than the need for writing or reading. In between the working, the washing, the food shopping, the meal making, the mum-I-need-your-help-NOWs, the ironing (oh the endless ironing!), little moments of quiet for composing my thoughts and writing something worthy of being read are very few and far between.

It may be that it is my priorities that need to change. It may be that I need to set aside an hour a week, just for me, which is non-negotiable. I'm going to try and carry on posting small stones as often as I can and write something a bit longer on Fridays (my supposed day off). There....now I've said it. I've found I respond well to a challenge - I thought I might struggle to come up with a small stone every day in January, but pride spurred me on, there was no way I was going to miss a day when I'd committed to the river of stones project. So here's hoping, now I've made a committment to you, lovely readers, that I can honour this one too.

I have also just signed up to another of Fiona Robyn and Kaspa's good ideas, Writing Our Way Home, so come and say hello there too.

Until next time... x

A warm welcome

Washing out on the line, flapping like bunting hung out to celebrate the appearance of a February sun.

Tending offspring

Last night, broken.
Lids heavy.
Only the washing up between me and an early night.