Sunday, 13 August 2017

The Garden of My Dreams ...

As we dive deeper into August I look at my garden and despair.  Plants are sprawling, flopping, going over  - every year I say to myself that I must try harder; pure more effort in; make the garden work all year round; but I never seem to succeed. The garden always falls below expectation.  I don't want it to be perfect just pleasing to the eye - so I go in search of other gardens to see if they achieve what I have failed to do.  Well, the other day I found it - a garden I would give my right arm for.







It was bursting at the seams with plants and colour; so much so that you didn't know where to look - at every turn there was something to catch the eye - I can't remember when I  have found a garden so exciting.  The owners called it a Garden Library attached to a small nursery specialising in unusual perennials - it is a showcase for the nursery so you could see what the plants looked like when they  had grown to maturity.

It really did take your breath away - I came home full of ideas - it was inspirational.  I looked at my garden withy new eyes  and felt even more dissatisfied but it gave me heart to make changes.  Obviously it will never look as good as this because I don't have the space but I could make more of what I do have.

So - let the transformation commence.

Elaine

Thursday, 20 July 2017

A Day in the Country ...

 "These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs."
―Anton Chekhov, "A Day in the Country
 
 
There is nothing I like more than a change of scenery preferably somewhere like a nature reserve.  So we crossed the border into Northamptonshire and visited the Tichmarsh Nature Reserve at Aldwincle.  It was just what I needed and lifted my spirits no end.  Somewhere like this with water and trees unusual insects and wildflowers brings me to my happy place where I suddenly feel calm and it makes my heart swell - just observing what is around me and drinking it all in - a day in the wild.  I have missed all this while I have been busy at home feeling stifled and claustrophobic - here, I am in my element.  I felt refreshed and renewed and just a little tired after a long walk.  And I think to myself - why didn't we do this sooner!
 
 







 
Until next time


Elaine




 
 
 

 
 


Sunday, 9 July 2017

Soul Searching ...

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else
is the greatest accomplishment
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson          

Time is fleeting.  But I haven't been wasting my time over the past few months even though I haven't been writing about it.  My days have slowed down and I have taken the opportunity to observe, take stock and find what is important.  Just as you would use a camera to capture a moment in time, I would normally write about it; to instil it in my memory; but you can't possibly remember everything or even photograph it all.  And so I realised that I cannot possibly, in my mind, join in with everything on 'social media' - I tried at one time - but found that by doing so I was actually missing out on other things that were more important to me.


Not sitting at the computer for several hours a week gave me more time to read; to reflect; to meditate; and just to be.


I have been indulging my love of art; not painting myself, but looking at art and wondering why particular pictures inspire and draw me in - with unexpected results.  Something I had let lapse over the last few years.


So, no, I haven't been wasting my time, just looking in different directions.

The Journey 
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice–
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
‘Mend my life!’
each voice cried.
But you didn’t stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognised as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do–
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Mary Oliver

Till next time.
Elaine

Sunday, 2 July 2017

Absence makes the heart grow fonder ...


Just thought I would pop in for a quick visit. As you can see I have given the old blog a bit of a re-vamp - thought it needed a little facelift.  I don't suppose there is anyone out there who remembers me - but oh how I have missed this space and all the people I have come across over the past few years.  I am feeling nostalgic at the moment and suddenly felt I needed to speak to you all again.  I know I have been gone for a few months which is quite a long time in blogging terms but although I moved over to Instagram because of its ease and quickness, it's just not the same as a blog.

Not that much has been happening in the Rosebank household needless to say - I'm still doing all the same stuff - gardening, growing veg and taking pictures - but the writing has gone for six - I can't remember when I last wrote in my diary - which is most unusual for me  - I guess I just needed to take time out for a while and gradually let things slide.

When I have time I have a quick read of your blog posts to see how you are all getting on and what is happening in your lives  and find that life goes on whether or not I take part in the blogging world with my small contribution.

I hope I can find time to put up a post now and then and that there is someone out there who will still read it - but I know that blog followers quickly disappear when you don't post regularly. 

Till next time.

Elaine

Sunday, 5 March 2017

By Way of Explanation ...

Hello

The short blogging break I intended to re-charge my batteries has changed into a rather more extended one - longer than I anticipated.  So to those of you who have been in contact wondering if all was well - the answer is yes, I am fine - but thank you for your concern.

Unsure  when or if I will be returning on a regular basis - but I thought I owed you some explanation, rather than leaving the blog hanging in mid air. 

One thing for sure, I certainly do miss you all  and hope my blogging mojo returns at some point.

With very best wishes
Elaine xx

Wednesday, 21 December 2016

2016 Calendar - The Year in a Nutshell ...

Almost the end of another year.  The pictures I have chosen for my calendar are not necessarily the best photos I have taken but those that evoke a memory of a time or a place.  I have spent many more hours out of doors this year - gardening, walking - watching the seasons turn and revelling in each and every one.  Time is precious and I don't feel I have wasted it but observed  and participated and enjoyed living life to the full. 
 
Over the year I have posted hundreds of photos and have taken hundreds more; my camera seems permanently glued to my hand these days.  I have also kept a daily diary which has been useful when my memory has let me down.  There has been a constant struggle to find time to spend on the computer reading blogs and leaving comments, but I  felt I needed to change my priorities so I set myself a challenge at the beginning of 2016 - to get out and about more exploring; to read at least forty books during the year ( my book list on Goodreads tells me that I have in fact read fifty nine); and to spend less time staring at a screen.
 
I have spent a lot of time in the garden too - attempting to simplify so that I can handle it more easily as I get older and less able to do a lot of heavy work.  It has never been in such good shape and I am pleased with the results, not perhaps the garden of my dreams, but pleasant enough to be in and enjoy.
 
The only downside to the year was 'the flood'.  That took two months out of my life - such upheaval and stress, upset and inconvenience - but we survived to tell the tale, and now, you would never know it had happened.
 
So, that's it - the year in a nutshell.
 














WISHING YOU ALL
A MERRY CHRISTMAS
AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR
 
 
A big thank you to everyone who has visited me here over the past year
your comments always brighten my day.




Elaine








Friday, 9 December 2016

and the fog rolls in over the rumpled hills ...


The fog rolled in over the rumpled hills and stayed all day, creating a still and eerie, sound deadened quality to the landscape; trees and ghostly sheep disappeared leaving only sketchy outlines of where they once stood; crows fly, silently, invisible; into the murk and gloom. The following day the sun burnt the remains of the fog and the sky became clear and blue once more.  I watched as a cow gazed dreamily at her reflection in the pond, whilst her friends lolled about on the hillside; cudding and dreaming.  Startled sheep with ears pricked, watched as I strode towards the fence, timid but inquisitive.   A few trees hang on to the last of their leaves, and berries shimmer scarlet in the sunlight.  I walk until the sun goes down and dusk falls; a robin sings the last song of evening.










Elaine
 

the first Lenten rose is blooming
 


north south east west - home's best