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25 April 2011


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How fortunate you Brits are to live where "long" winters are so short and spring is so beautiful. Count your blessings.

You so deserve this weather!!

Lovely, lovely photos that bring back fond memories of traveling in similar areas. They also give me spring fever. Here, it's raining, with high winds and snow expected for the weekend. I'll spend the evening by the wood stove, with a stoked fire, crocheting or writing. And waiting for spring.

Aren't we lucky with this long spell of spring glory. Your view of the village with its ancient church tower is utterly charming. Oh - and don't diss cake porn! All blogs need a bit of it from time to time! :)

Just back from France. They definitely beat us on the wild flowers and medieval hill towns but, as Dorothy said there really is no place like home.

Lynn: believe me, springs like this are very rare in the UK and last winter was one of the longest and hardest we have had for many years. So, yes we do count our blessings - when we do get a good spring!

Lisa: are you still having to keeping the woodburner blazing? Do hope the sun and warmer weather will visit you soon. (If it's any consolation, today is cold and grey here in England.)

Friend in New Zealand: well, I hope we have as good as a summer, especially in July, when you will be here. (Shrieks of joy.)

Dancing Beastie: on reflection, I think you are right about cake porn.

Colleen: oh, la belle France; I do hope you're going to give us some photos (and words).

I am so behind in visiting but the rose caught my eye and I'm glad I stopped and saw your lovely weather...though the cake didn't do what the goat cheese did to me, lol.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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