Garden in Bloom

What I love about this time of year is the way the garden starts to come alive. It is so lovely to see the plants and flowers growing after the winter months when the garden is a wilderness.  I just love the colours and the smells combined with the sound of the buzzy bees.

Of course the garden at the moment needs lots of work and as soon as the cooler weather takes hold over the next few days it time to get some weeding done. I'm not a natural gardener so I hope I don't pull up anything I shouldn't, and then there is my little vegetable patch to do. I planning to grow some more runner beans and I going to get Lucy to help me do the planting.

Spring is in the Air

At last it looks like winter is fading and spring is in the air. The temperatures have got that bit higher and the days are getting longer. Slowly the garden is coming alive again and soon the dead growth will be replaced by new. Here are a few photographs of that rebirth.

I hope that everyone has a wonderful spring and that the signs of rebirth will bring you joy in your world and in your life. Like the the flowers reappearing every spring we can start again and from the wasteland build big and brighter things for ourselves in the future. It just takes the right frame of mind and the determination to get the things we want.

New Bed Frame

After managing to break the old double bed a couple of weeks ago it was time for a change in the bedroom and a new bed frame to replace the old one. Earlier in the week we looked around some bed shops and settled on a wooden frame to replace the old steel frame. 

All we need now is new mattress and some new bedding, but that will have to wait a while until a little more money is available and some other jobs that need some investment are done first. All the same it is going to be lovely sleeping on a bed that isn't falling apart agin.

Houses are Funny Places

Strange what you think about when the house is quite and the children are in bed and there is beautiful and melodic music quietly playing in the background. I was just looking round soaking in the memories of the room I was in. The good times and the bad times. The memories of happiness and sorrow. This room or should I say house is like any other and has all those memories and more for me.

Houses hold so many memories for all of us. As well as being places where we live they also contain the things special to us, be they the people you want to be with and love or objects you acquire. They are the things that makes a house a home. We shape them, colour them, give them life and character. And in them we live sharing our lives with others and creating memories for each other and dreams of the future. We make them places where we feel safe and secure.

In the present we might live but every room there are memories of past events. Simple things sometimes like a coat thrown over a chair by a child as they rush in too play there favourite game after school. The discarded coat being a simple memory of the joy of coming home and of the house being a place of fun and safety. Yes it might be messy but it can always be picked up later. Or maybe photographs of treasured times placed on the mantelpiece for all to see and make us smile. Then there are the everyday objects like the table, which maybe empty at the moment, but has those memories of happy meal times and of laughing children, chuckling and giggling as they eat. Then there is a empty seat were nobody sits no more. Everywhere you look there is something to remind you of times gone by. Some of those times might be long ago while others are times that have just gone by.

Houses are like little temple to the past and from that past we build our dreams of better days to come. It is on these memories we build our future. It is the foundation of who we are and what we will become. By reshaping and remodelling the things that are precious to us we move onwards changing the house to meet the new needs of the day. Maybe repainting a room or throwing away clutter or just adding more memories to that are already there. A house says who we are and who is important to us are just by the character we give them.

Some times things get broken. Somethings can be fixed and then there things can’t be replaced. It is the later we miss and are sad about, especially those things that hold our dearest memories and sometimes special dreams. May be this could be a special present that is lost or stolen or sometimes even people. And then there is those times you throw something way to only to realise later that you over looked it’s importance and your need for it. Even without the things themselves we are left we left memories of there loss and reminders of the place they once occupied, like an empty spaces on empty shelves of where a treasured objects now gone but not forgotten once sat. And finally there are those things that are lost and which are found again that bring as joy in their rediscovery, especially if they are those special things that can’t be replaced.

But never lose sight that houses are places of dreams and plans. Of things to come and of happy days to be had in the future. That mustn’t be forgotten or overlooked in the memories of the past. We fill house with love and warmth that turns them in to homes where little ones grow to fly the nest. Safe and secure in the love of the world. The future is what you make it to be as you move forward and onward and it will one day become the memories of the past and of our love. A house can hold all this for us and more.

There is one thing that is sure, people leave and depart and one day when everyone has left the memories will be gone and the house will be empty as things pass into history. It is then that the cycle starts again when someone new makes a new home with new memories and dreams. And so onward matches time until one day nobody comes and the house becomes an empty shell of the past decaying back to the earth from which it came.

Strange what you think about when the house is quite...