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Vacation Anticipation …

Dear All,Just dropping you a little note to say that I won’t be around in ‘blogland’ next week to visit your blogs or leave comments.  We are taking advantage of what the weathermen say is going to be a good week for sunshine and are going to the coast to wander along its sandy shores and breathe in the invigorating salty air – and it will definitely be a computer-free zone. We hope to do a lot of walking and visiting our favourite haunts, eating lots of delicious sea food and generally relaxing and enjoying the change of scenery.The waves of the sea help me get back to me. ~ Jill Davis“I must go down to the sea again, To the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship, And a star to steer her by. ~ John MasefieldI will leave you with a few pictures that I have taken this week in the Rosebank garden.Looking forward to visiting all your blogs on our return.  Best wishes.Elaine x.I'm going to have a vacation!
      I'll leave all my housework behind,
      And not have to…

March: "In Like A Lion, Out Like A Lamb"

March has been living up to its name so far – bitter winds that cut right through you – the bright sunshine fooling you into thinking it is warm, come outside it says – believe me, it is not warm.  The spring garden is struggling to show itself – bulbs that emerged a few weeks ago are in a kind of stasis, neither growing or dying.  Just being.  Is it always like this – do I look every year the same way and find nothing is growing – nothing is willing to bloom until it can be sure that there will be more warm weather. March is such a tease.  I am thankful for the Crocus that bloom regardless, thank you for brightening up the containers.    As I walk I search the hedgerows for signs of life – I find  clusters of stray snowdrops and crocus, a few catkins and pussy willow – but no real signs that spring is on its way – am I always this anxious that spring won’t return when it should. “March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden…

Happily Accepting the Inevitable …

Today is the oldest you’ve ever been and the youngest you’ll ever be again – Eleanor RooseveltThe first day of March, St. David’s Day, heralds my birthday. Birthdays don’t bring that much excitement any more.  When you have been around for well over six decades they kind of lose their appeal.  Although I am grateful that I have been around for that long.But it did get me to thinking – about life in general – about how many different  people I have been during my lifetime so far – and how many of those different people are still in the heart of me.  For we are the sum of all our parts.Every few years – perhaps a decade  – a new me takes over.  Everything changes – new hopes, new dreams, new ambitions,  new opinions – everything.  I couldn’t possibly be the same me I was at 10, 20 or 30.  You grow up, make choices that lead you on different paths – want different things - need different things.I leave all those different me’s behind – each one is in the past – what is important is the m…