Sorry it's been a long time since my last post but I have bee busy in the garden and the workshop.
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Remembering how it was back then,
the tales I was told from the characters in the town and their wisdom that they
passed onto me.
The language they used
intermingled with sayings that had developed over time, all perhaps with a
subtle moral behind the phrase or yarn, to be passed on to my generation and
then the next. Their correctness was never discussed or criticised, but the
swearing of today in all media I read and listen to, seems to me a lack of
knowledge of our language and disappointing for our children to have to listen
to and read, because the joy in listening to my elders tell their stories,
especially the fisherman and bargemen around the harbour, seemed to be all
about communicating and they made me laugh at their accents from far away
places.
I read once, from where I can’t remember, that, ‘we exist
in a bubble of our own making, in the time we have in that bubble, that
incidentally needs searching for, is a peace that each of us feels as ideal,
and we should revel in it! We shouldn’t judge what happened in history, be it a
week a year or decade or even a century ago to what we have now, but definitely
we should learn from the mistakes that were made.’
...I draw strength from
reflecting on what a privilege it is to be alive and what a privilege it is to
have a brain that’s capable in its limited way of understanding why I exist and
of revelling in the beauty of the world and the beauty of the products of
evolution. The magnificence of the universe and the sense of smallness that has
been given to us in our little tiny space in time, very humbling, but in a
strangely comforting way, it’s nice to feel you’re part of a hugely bigger
picture...
The bitterness of some of the
comments I read makes me sad for those that feel it necessary to write in such
a way using language that, to me belittles the human intellect.
It’s easy to criticise, and each
of our opinions differ because everyone’s circumstances are different. To feel
sorry for yourself because others have what you consider to be more than their
fare share of wealth or possessions is wasting your time, that precious time
you have been given to enjoy the wonders of life around you.
Such a breath of fresh air to
read and view the pictures in Pat’s post, the blossom bursting on the trees on
her walk through the town. The chalk cliffs, forever majestic, keeping watch
over the shores of home. I could smell the salt sea air mixed with coffee beans
being roasted in the shops of my childhood, the fish being unloaded on the
quay, the timber and coal from the barges. Simple pleasures, to walk in the
sunshine with the breeze in your hair. Thank you Pat.
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Looking out the kitchen window
this morning I was greeted with a marvellous sight that would raise the spirits
of anyone to start the day. Many years ago my dear dad helped me one Christmas
plant two small baby cuttings, no taller than three foot high of two apple trees,
everyone telling me they wouldn’t take at that time of the year and would die
of the frost. How wrong they all were, how beautiful each year the two majestic
trees that have grown over the years to full maturity treat us to the splendour
of their blossom each spring. This year as the pictures show, (see below ) take your breath
away and it gives me the feeling that my ‘Pop’ would be smiling down, nodding
his head in silent approval as he always did if something went right.
But those comments, some quite
unkind that we received all those years ago as we dug a little hole for each
one and planted the saplings on Christmas Day (1983/ 1984) have since been the
source of satisfaction to me when those same people ask for an apple as they
pass, I never refuse them, they had their day all those years ago, now its my turn.
Thanks for stopping by, please
call again.
