…. if we all take it in turns to breathe.
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Our Dearest friend, Kath, for whom this blog is written and who died far too early, had, with her husband, a house in Meysaac, France. Following the rather lovely French tradition, explained below, she used to give me a little bunch of Lily of the Valley each year on May 1st or, if we weren’t together, she would send a card. In her memory, several years ago, I planted Lily of the Valley in the wall garden at the back. This is the first year they have produced more than a few blooms.
According to French tradition, give those you love a little bouquet of Lily-of-the-Valley (Muguet), to wish them happiness and good luck in celebration of the arrival of spring because on May 1st, 1561, King Charles IX of France received a lily of the valley (or Muguets in French) as a lucky charm, and thereafter decided to offer one each year to the ladies of the court. Dear Readers, please accept this little flower in the spirit of La Fête du Muguet.
Winnie the Pooh always gets it right!
As I was driving to buy some more special boxes suitable for posting my glass pieces, I heard a quotation from Samuel Beckett which touched me deeply. One of the loveliest things about having Grandchildren is that moment when you are walking along together and a little hand slips into yours. Even the ten year old still does this and I just love it!
“The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held.” Samuel Beckett Worstward Ho
I called in for our favourite bread today and the lovely lady who looks after us has had her nails painted for Easter. They look just like little sparkly Easter eggs and I asked if I could take a photo which amused her greatly.
I had a message today asking me to re-stock my space in The Craft Collective as two more pieces have sold, much to my delight. It was very pleasing too to see one of my pieces in the window.
Walking today in another bitter and quite strong wind, we saw just one sailing boat in a beautifully coloured sea.
It has been one of those March days so well described by Charles Dickens.
Knitting is receiving a very good press, research showing how it helps to calm the knitter!
On my march along the street to singing this morning (trying to get my steps level up!) I went past this smiley invitation to go into the Hospice shop.
We have had a number of pieces of HiFi equipment which have been replaced and rather than sell them, took them along today to our local Radio Station, Kmf, Kernow Music Foundation, at The Venue, where they were very happily received.
I loved the colours on the mixing deck.
Yesterday I promised to share some of the words from my precious notebook. From Andre Gide come these beauties:
‘You who will come when I have ceased to hear the noises of this earth and to taste its dew upon my lips, it is for you I write these pages; for perhaps you are not sufficiently amazed at being alive; you do not wonder as you should at this astounding miracle of your life.’
I hope his words touch you as they did me.