The end of the Easter holidays – fallen cherry blossom on the tennis court where the boys played with their friends. If I were a poet I’d attempt a Haiku, but as I’m not, this photo will have to do.
We’ve been on the move again. Our ultimate destination this time was Cornwall, but we had a few days in Hampshire first, with friends. A great highlight has been the day at the Hawk Conservancy. It ended up being just me and Junior-Senior, the others being a bit wiped-out with lurgy, and another little boy and his mother.
I have just returned from a five day silent retreat. Many of the people I know were somewhat horrified when I told them what I was going to do.
Music is so important in our lives at home, I wanted to write a little more about what that means to me.
One of my uncle’s indicators as to whether a person is living a rewarding life, is whether or not they have friends and family around them with whom they can sing when they get together. It’s a bloody good indicator. And it seems that it’s one that fewer and fewer of us can say that we have nailed.
I have a list on my phone, so that it is with me nearly all the time. It’s called “Joy List”, and it is exactly that, a list of joys.
I am taking a time out from researching the national dishes of Slovenia. Well, when I say researching, what I mean is idly Googling “Slovenia food”, “Slovenian Cuisine” and other variants. Dormouse is appearing remarkably often.
I wallpapered the tree-house today. I realise this may conceivably mean that I am a little unhinged, but I had a deadline, and the oven was clean and the sock drawer didn’t need sorting so I had to come up with something to do, right?