Monday 21 May 2012

The Difference...........

The difference 

Tonight after sitting with my family watching a very soft and fluffy romance, my 15 year old daughter, at seeing the tears roll down my cheek asked  "So whats the difference mummy between love and romance between a man and a woman" With glazed eyes and beating heart I looked upon my child.
I did try to explain one was what you felt one was a thing, but this seemed to shallow for her, she like me, needs words.
So off I went to contemplate, I lay in a bath full of scented bubbles up to my chin and remembered……..

LOVE THE FIRST INSTANT…..
Love is that feeling deep inside, the one that wants to jump right out and explode, to shower the world with golden angle wings,the feeling you get when a thousand bubbles explode on you tongue, its electric, The tingles you feel building up from your toes, that makes every smell so much better, that makes every taste so much nicer, that makes the rainiest of days so much fun, and the smile you smile light the world up from the inside.

Love the second phase………..

Love that lasts and mellows over time, the love of knowing each other inside out, the look that tells each other its ok, I understand, don't worry, the finishing off of sentences, the feeling when you just know something is wrong, the feeling you get when he touches your face and winks.The way he defends you against all others, the feeling he would die for you and knowing you would for him in a heart beat.

The glow you feel inside when you realise you made it to 30 years, and still love each other, not the first love but the one that comes from age and life's ups and downs, from sharing it all, good and bad. The going to bed at night and feeling his arms around you,from the soft murmurs I love you baby, see you in the morning, god bless and knowing he loves me forever.

Romance……….
Romance I think is different for all women, for some it may be the big gesture, the tickets to paris for a romantic weekend, the surprise weekend away at the spar and heath club or though I think I may worry he thought I was in need of this for reasons of looking old and in need of help.
Others may feel that romance is a look that makes you feel special, a card at the right time and maybe flowers.
For me it's not a everyday thing, My husband has a way that a simple hug can feel romantic, a candle in a chocolate bar for my birthday, a daffodil, raised up to me from bended knee, and words that said marry me baby.A valentines gift, the first ever in 16 years, left on a shelf for me to see, wrapped in glossy paper with a card that read, "DO NOT TOUCH TILL VALENTINES DAY "
A conversation,about nothing in particular, when out of the blue he turns and said, you look nice. And for me the most romantic of all the bunch off sweet peas he had grown just for me,left on the side with no mention or praise required.

So my daughter you see love and romance are different for all, no need for grand gestures ,its a knowing what fits and what will be will be, may be for you the angel wings or maybe the sweet peas………………………



Sunday 13 May 2012

A may weekend with the children x

Our secret forest

 Our special place, the sun shinning and the blue bells out.

My Tony and Les, nothing better than the two men in my life enjoying themselves , laughing and joking together.

Here are my gang x

Tuesday 8 May 2012

SUMMER WITH THE BOOM CLAN X

MISS MARPEL ON OUR MOORING, WE SPEND LOTS OFF TIME ON THE RIVER NENE .

OUR LOLA-ROSE AND HER DADDY.

CAMPING AT FOTHERINGHAY.

THE BIG BELL, TONY'S PRIDE AND JOY.

MY GREAT CHILDREN.

 SHUAN THE SHEEP AT A GREAT ECO SITE .

JORDAN IN HER CANOE.

THE LANDY.
THE FUN WE HAVE IN THE SUMMER TIME, WE ALL LOVE THE WINTER WITH THE WOOD BURNER AND THE SMELL OFF BAKING BUT THE SUMMER BRINGS LONG DAYS FULL OF FUN AND LAUGHTER X

Monday 30 April 2012

Yay the sun is out x


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Saturday 28 April 2012





The Quilt of my Life x



My life is like a patchwork quilt, patches of this and that, pieces from the past cross over into the precent.

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Faded memories, from blue and white gingham school days, a piece of old lace, whispering of long hot summers, lazy afternoons and first loves kisses.

Denim and cheese cloth, bare foot on sandy beaches, cool clear waters lapping at my toes.

Grey tweed that looks so ruff, but soft to touch, old and well worn, falling asleep on Grandpa's lap, listening to stories of this and that, in the flickering fires glow.

A busy floral cotton of yellow and gold's, reminds me of mother, standing at the door, calling to me to come in for supper, hands in her pinnie pockets, flour on face, the smell of baking wafting around the place.

Cream silk, soft to the touch, looks so delicate but lasts so long, just like my marriage to my one true loved one.



Baby blue and pink chintz my sons first tear and my daughters first smile,and the joy they bring all the while.

So as I sit, getting old and grey, I put together the patches of my life and if by chance one day the memories start to fade, I’ll lay my life quilt out in front of me to survey.

Fly I will to day's gone by and memories that my quilt I know will keep alive, and it I hope will always remind me of days long ago,of sadness and loss, and tragedies I know.

But most of all, the memories it will bring are those of a long life so sweet, and oh so worth the living....


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Tuesday 24 April 2012














HAPPY ECO CAMPING AT CERENETY

WE MADE GREAT FRIENDS X

AND HAD THE BEST ECO HOLIDAY EVER X



Happy Eco Camping

Sunday 22 April 2012

 SHED DAYS.....................
WE LOVE OUR SHED DAYS, IN THE SUMMER OR WINTER, LONG DAYS SPENT ON THE LAND WORKING HARD, THE CHILDREN HAVE FUN AND LEARN SO MUCH ABOUT THE LAND AND THE ANIMALS.

OUR VERY CLEVER DAUGHTER DECIDED TO DECORATE HER FATHERS SHED X
THEN ALL THE FAMILY GOT IN ON THE ACT...........





BREAKFAST ANYONE
KI AND HIS FIRST STRAWBERRY 



IN OUR HOUSE THE STRAWBERRIES GO INTO MAKING JAM, WELL IF WE HAVE ANY LEFT OVER AFTER KI HAS BEEN IN THE STRAWBERRY PATCH X






OUR BEAUTIFUL GRANDDAUGHTER MISS LOLA-ROSE

Saturday 21 April 2012

I woke today and remembered him, his smell, his smile, his walk, the way he looked at me and just new, new if I had been a good girl and new if I had not.
I remembered the day he strode down the garden path towards the greenhouse and stopped, looked around and bent down to pick the empty pile of pea pods up off the path, the smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes, as he said in his best "oh wow" voice" Well Well, the fairy's must be hungry today, they must  have needed to fill there tummy's, perhaps a big adventure coming up...............I remember watching him walk down the path chuckling to himself as I hid behind the chicken shed watching, with my pockets filled with the green gems off summer.

Leslie Ellis Hostler 1925-1989



A smell remembered
A smell remembered from years gone by, of toast, teacakes and strawberry jam on a cold winters night.
A power cut the lights go out, find the candles, light the fire, a pot of tea just made, “that was lucky” he said, out to the shed in a force eight gale, struggles back with his trusty lamps, dose the wick, pumps it up, the hiss and then the glow as he beams with pride “I new I’d find them” he shouts out loud.
Mum twists the paper into knots onto the fire, you just watch, a crackle a popping and there it go’s, she smiles at dad in the fire light glow.
Right Dad said ware’s the toasting fork, right at hand.
As a child I watched and wondered how a storm can make a family come together, one minute watching TV next a intimate moment for just we three, “where’s the jam” mum asked of me, I take the lamp into the larder and there it is right at the top, off I go and sit in the middle, jam and teacakes, tea in china cups a bad wind blowing, a memory in the making not to be remembered for over thirty years.
The warmth of my parents and the glow of the embers, I snuggled down between them both and sleep so safe, full of tea of strawberry jam of teacakes and when I wake we all did laugh Dad said it was just a fuse................


Love you Daddy x