Sunday, 16 March 2014

Kew gardens, we love you


Temple of Aeolus

Strolling through the Plant Families Beds

Playing peek-a-boo with Davies Alpine House

Van Gogh. (No? Just me then)

Curves



Look down

Let's walk and talk, so the grown-ups can't hear us plotting

Blue Sky

This maze is rubbish. I can see over the hedges.

These are a few of my favourite things

PROPER Daffodils

Brothers

Hurry up with the food Dad. All this walking makes us hungry

Waiting for the train home

Where's my TARDIS?

Show me the way to go home. I'm tired and I want to go to bed.

Sunday, 2 March 2014

Happy Birthday Nanna

Dear Nanna,

Today would have been your birthday, except that you died on the first of June last year. I still have several potential birthday cards for you. Every time I saw an unusual or especially beautiful card or small gift featuring poppies I would buy it and hide it away until your next birthday. I'm fairly sure everyone else in the family did the same.

Grief is a strange creature; I expected to feel sad today, but instead I just feel numb because I can't remember your voice.  I can see your face in photos any time I care to look, but all the little things that made you real escape me.

I've tried to bring you back to mind by wearing my poppy jewellery and a poppy-red top, listening to the songs you taught me and carrying around the solid perfume compact you gave me so many years ago (I haven't worn perfume for over a decade, but it still smells the way I remember) but it's not the same as a real, vivid memory.

So I am glad I wrote this post when you were still physically around. The fact that you were no longer the person I both adored and occasionally found exasperating shocked me and made those memories all the more precious. It gave me a reason to record them somewhere.

So anyway, Happy Birthday Nanna. I miss you. I hope you'll be pleased that I kept myself busy today enjoying my beautiful boys, two of your many great-grandchildren, because I appreciate them so much more having lost someone I love. Having lost you.


Wednesday, 1 January 2014

2013 Reading Challenge

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