Wednesday, 27 March 2019

On being a Grandmother . . .


A friend of mine recently became a Grandmother for the first time.  It's been pretty special to see the transformation.  She's never been much of a "baby" person if you know what I mean, and now she is.    Her tender side is showing in such a beautiful way and I am happy to say I know just how she feels.   There is something so very special about being a Grandmother.  I don't think anyone on earth can prepare you for that . . . and as much as you do love your own children and always will, Grandmother love is on a completely different scale altogether.  There are no words to describe it and it's not something which you could make someone else understand with mere words anyways . . . it's just something which you have to experience for yourself I guess. 



I found this essay on what a Grandmother is in a book entitled "Especially for Mormons," volume two.   This is an anthology of thoughts, poetry and prose which is suited to the Mormon reader, but you don't have to be a latter day saint to enjoy it.    There is no attribution for the essay, but it did come from a child . . . 

"A Grandmother is a lady who has no children of her own, so she likes other peoples little girls.   A Grandfather is a man Grandmother.  He goes for walks with the boys and they talk about fishing and tractors and things like that.

Grandma's don't have to do anything except be here.  They're old, so they shouldn't play hard or run.  It is enough if they drive us to the market where the pretend-horse is and have plenty of dimes ready.  Or if they take us for walks, they should slow down past things like pretty leaves or caterpillars.  They should never, ever say . . . 'Hurry up.'

Usually, they are fat, but not too fat to tie kid's shoes.  They wear glasses and funny underwear.  They can take their teeth and gums off.

It is better if they don't typewrite or play cards except with us.  They don't have to be smart, only answer questions like why dogs hate cats and how come God isn't married.  They don't talk baby-talk like visitors do because it is so hard to understand.  When they read to us, they don't skip or mind if it is the same story again.

Everybody should try to have one Grandmother, especially if you don't have television, because Grandmas are the only grown-ups who have got time."  





I have seven Grandchildren now.   Six Grandsons and one Granddaughter and they are all very special to me.  My youngest son and wife have not had children yet, and to be honest I don't think I will know when they do. I don't figure in to their lives.  It is what it is, and I have come to terms with it.  That doesn't stop me from enjoying the others however.  I love all my grandchildren so very much and am proud of each and every one of them.  I think they are all pretty amazing!  It is my deepest desire to hopefully one day live a lot closer to them, hopefully before they get too old. 

I think that one of the best parts of being a Grandmother is getting to watch your children raise their own children and do a good job of it. You know then that you can't have done half as bad a job as you thought you did.

It's like the love has come full circle . . . you did all those years of hard work and finally you are being rewarded in a very beautiful and wonderful way . . .  





These little bundles of energy are like the joyful jewels in your crown . . . each with their own individual sparkle and shine . . .  they come along and that heart of yours that you thought just couldn't possibly hold anymore love than it does . . . well it just expands and holds even more than you ever thought possible, it's like it is full to bursting, and quite impossible to quell or describe.

When I was a child I thought all Grandmother's had to be old and have white hair and sit in rocking chairs, but when I look in the mirror, I don't see an old woman with white hair . . . and I don't sit in a rocking chair.   I see an older woman, yes . . . but inside this older woman is the youthful heart of a girl . . . and Grandchildren are the perfect creatures to share that with and not look silly.

Once you have Grandchildren you have permission to be a child again . . . coz the parents are there and they'll take care of you both and make sure you don't hurt yourselves.  



Our Doug facetimed me last night and we had a lovely conversation.  The boys were there. I love seeing them.  Doug was making a hamburger soup for them for their supper.  It was fun to watch them all and talk with them.  It was lovely to be included.  Really, really  . . .  lovely! 

A thought to carry with you  . . .  

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Love is the greatest gift that
one generation can leave to another.
~Richard Garnett   •。★★ 。* 。 



Greek Chicken 

Cooking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Greek Chicken.  You marinate it overnight in a flavourful marinade and then bake to succulence the next day.  Very yummy! 

Have a wonderful Wednesday!  Don't forget! 


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Tuesday, 26 March 2019

The Simple Woman's Daybook . . .

 
FOR TODAY, March 26th, 2019

Outside my window ...
The sun is up, the birds are singing, overcast but we are supposed to be having some very nice weather over the next few days. 4*C this morning with a high of 11*C expected.  Yesterday was gorgeous. I can't believe we are already staring the end of March in the face.  Slow down year, you're passing too quickly! 


I am thinking ...
I am thinking the newest book I have written is never going to be published.  It was due in November, got put off.  E-mailed my editor in January, he said he had some business to attend to for a few weeks.  E-mailed him again last week. No response.  Sigh  . . . and I was so proud of the new one too . . . 

I am thankful for ...
Temperatures warming. Longer hours of daylight.  Birds singing.  Bees buzzing. Spring springing.

One of my favourite things ...  

The film, Gone With The Wind.  I must dig it out and watch it again soon. 


In the kitchen ... 
Scrambled Huevos Rancheros Bowls 


Scrambled Heuvos Rancheros Bowls.  Breakfast or dinner.  Its up to you!  


On my "To Cook" list ... 
Fruity Earl Grey Tea Loaf.  Waitrose.  I love tea breads. 


Good to know ...
Not sure about this.  Has anyone ever made their own deodorant?


I am creating ... 
  


Typically Simple Stained Glass Butterfly. 


It all Started with Paint.  Painted Mason Jars.  


Design Improvised.  Butterfly Wreath.  


Flamingo Toes.  Spring Bunnies Pillow.  


Fibre Artsy.  Yarn Wrapped Easter Eggs.  


Oh my goodness ...  

Its that time of year!  (most of those we don't get over here, except for the Lindt and Cadbury Cream Eggs.  


I am reading ...  

 


Hurricane Season, by Lauren K Denton
Betsy and Ty Franklin, owners of Franklin Dairy Farm in southern Alabama, have long since buried their desire for children of their own. While Ty manages their herd of dairy cows, Betsy busies herself with the farm’s day-to-day operations and tries to forget her dream of motherhood. But when her free-spirited sister, Jenna, drops off her two young daughters for “just two weeks,” Betsy’s carefully constructed wall of self-protection begins to crumble.

As the two weeks stretch deeper into the Alabama summer, Betsy and Ty learn to navigate the new additions in their world—and revel in the laughter that now fills their home. Meanwhile, record temperatures promise to usher in the most active hurricane season in decades.

Attending an art retreat four hundred miles away, Jenna is fighting her own battles. She finally has time and energy to focus on her photography, a lifelong ambition. But she wonders how her rediscovered passion can fit in with the life she’s made back home as a single mom.

When Hurricane Ingrid aims a steady eye at the Alabama coast, Jenna must make a decision that will change her family’s future, even as Betsy and Ty try to protect their beloved farm and their hearts. Hurricane Season is the story of one family’s unconventional journey to healing—and the relationships that must be mended along the way. 


I am looking forward to ... 
 The April General Conference. There have been so many changes over the last year or so in the church. Nothing Doctrinal. Just shorter Sunday meetings, ages of Priesthood ordinations, a more home centred study, ministering, etc.  Wondering what comes next.  President Nelson did tell us to hang onto our hats.  I love General Conference anyways.  I always enjoy all of the talks. 


Dreaming about ...  


Pretty Tea Cups  . . . 


  


Wild Flowers  . . . 


Peter Pan Collars  . . . 


   


Bicycles and robins  . . . 


flower sprigged petticoats  . . . 


Makes me smile ...  

  


Bunny Whiskers  . . . 

Something to watch ... 

   


Rillington Place  on Netflix. A three-part drama about serial killer John Christie and the murders at 10 Rillington Place in the 1940s and early 1950s. Tim Roth is amazing in this. Is there anything he can't do?  What a fabulous actor. Based on a true story.  The BBC does these things so very well.

A thought to carry with you  ... 

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This becoming,
will ask for your breath, patience,
and for your fight, peserverence . . .
Transformation is made of both
surrender and strength.
~butterflies rising  •。★★ 。* 。 


Corners of my kingdom ... 


An old wheelbarrow and watering cans at Errdig. Erddig is a very special place - a unique family home with great gardens that has captured the way of life of a bustling household during the early years of the last century. Its about an hour and a half from where I live. 
 


Owned by the National Trust, its gardens are stunning and you can also tour inside the house, which I find completely fascinating.  I never tire of going there. 


And that's my daybook for this week!



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  ⋰ ⋮ ⋱ blessings in life.*´¯`.¸¸.☆ 




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Monday, 25 March 2019

Small and Wonderful Things . . .

 
"The world is fairly studded and strewn with pennies cast broadside from a generous hand. But who gets excited by a mere penny?...It is dire poverty indeed when a man is so malnourished and fatigued that he won't stoop to pick up a penny. But if you cultivate a healthy poverty and simplicity, so that finding a penny will literally make your day, then, since the world is in fact planted with pennies, you have with your poverty bought a lifetime of days. It is that simple. what you see is what you get." ~Anne Dillard  

A few of the small and wonderful things from the past week which brought untold joy into my life. It's the small things in life which truly mean the most. Simple abundance . . . it's the best.  
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In Norway there's a folk tale explainiing why the dog has a wet nose. It is said that during the voyage of the Ark (Noah and all that), the vessel sprang a leak, and the dog, whom had become a good friend to Noah during the first couple of weeks of the voyage, obligingly put his nose into the gap between the planks. It was the perfect fit and everyone reached the journey's end in complete and total safety! Since then the dog has had a wet nose. Oh, I do love a wet nose to kiss and snuffle, don't you? Grateful for the wet nose in my life. 
 
A small trouble is like a pebble. Hold it too close to your eye, and it fills the whole world and puts everything out of focus. Hold it at a proper distance, and it can be examined and properly classified. Throw it at your feet, and it can be seen in it's true setting, just one more tiny bump on the pathway of life.
~Celia Luce

A useful thought to remember when life becomes challenging. I am so grateful for pebbles in my life, instead of rocks. 
 
The beautiful chapel we get to worship in each Sunday.  For a long time, and when I first moved over here to Chester, we did not have a chapel. We met in a community hall, where the night before they might have had a rabbit show, or bing, or whatever.  I am so grateful that we have this lovely chapel to meet in now, and for the wonderful members of our particular congregation. They feel like family to me, and that is a very special thing. 
  
The way that everything comes from seemingly nothing of consequence . . . like how a small dark and nondescript seed when nurtured and cared for grows to become a beautiful flower . . . or how a small glob of goo in a pond becomes a tadpole and then a frog.   Little speckled eggs, which are beautiful in their own right . . . are holding what will become baby birds . . . I cannot understand how anyone seeing the miracle that is creation, and which happens so very frequently cannot understand or believe in  the God who makes it all happen, but we are all different.  That is one of the beauties of being a human being.  Our uniqueness. 
 

Colours and shapes and sizes and smells and all of the amazing little bits that make up life in general.   And how very different it is for each of us and yet at the same time so very much the same.  I love chips in cups that show me they are loved . . . and tins with worn paint, which tell me the same thing . . . and faces filled with wrinkles that smile and show me that this person is a person who has lived and isn't afraid to show it. 

  

“The alchemist was dazed and dumbfounded, as the true meaning of the magic was revealed: *The dead will rise from glade to glen and ancient will be young again*. The dead had, after all, risen. From dead and dry things there was growth, and new life everywhere. And the endlessly long winter had at last turned to spring. From life to death and back again to life. It was indeed the greatest magic in the world.”
~Lauren Oliver

Spring . . . it is here in all its glory!!! 
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Being thankful makes a big difference in a person's life.   Its turns everything into a blessing or a gift and it's such a simple concept, and so easy to do.  It was Paul who admonished us to be thankful in all things in 1 Thessalonians 5:18 

“When thou risest in the morning let thy heart be full of thanks unto God” 
~Alma 37:37

Gratitude is a life changing concept.   It changes life for the better. 
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Clear counter-tops.   We have a very small kitchen.  It very easily gets crowded and cluttery if I am not careful.   The sight of a clear counter-top may seem like a small thing to you, but it's a big thing to me, and the sight of it makes me feel pretty wonderful.   For some odd reason however . . . this only lasts for a few hours and it begins to get cluttered again.  Sigh . . . 
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Buttercups.  They'll soon be here.  I can feel them in the air. Tis the season of yellow and nothing brightens the heart more than a field of buttercups.   Did you play that game when you were small . . . the one where you hold a buttercup up to another person's chin and ask them "Do you like butter?"   If their chin glows yellow the answer is yes.  Of course their chin will glow with the yellow reflection of the buttercup . . . but as a child you don't know that.  We just know it's exciting to see if someone else loves butter too! 

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Hugs.   Real hugs.  Virtual hugs.   They cost nothing, but they mean the world.   Where would we be without hugs.  One size fits all.   You can even hug yourself if there's nobody else around to hug.  I love hugs.  Mitzie hugs us with her head.   She pushes and butts it into us, and it feels pretty wonderful.   Doggie hugs are some of the best hugs ever because you know they come straight from the heart. 
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Blooming where you are planted.  I don't know who it is that first voiced this concept, so I can't give credit where credit is due.  It may have been Mary Englebreit, but it may not have been.  Even she may have pinched it from something or someone else.   It is a simple thing however . . . blooming where you are planted.  If you wait for a better time, or better circumstances, a better place . . . it may never happen.   True joy comes from making the best with what you have, where you are now, and right now.  Tomorrow never comes.  Don't waste your todays waiting for a better tomorrow.   Be a better YOU now! 

Sunday nights with Queen Victoria!  Yay the new series is back on the boob tube. We love this show!  



This lovely young couple. It won't be long now before their baby will arrive.  I am so happy for them both. This is such a special time in their lives.  I wish the press would leave her alone.  What is it about the press that loves to build people up just so they can tear them down.  You need to have a very thick skin to be in the public eye methinks.  I am so grateful I am not famous. I do not have a very thick skin.


A thought to carry with you through today . . .


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. "You can't reach for anything new 
if your hands are still full of yesterday's junk."
~Louise Smith     •。★★ 。* 。•。★★ 。* 。 



Lemony Chicken & Rice 


Cooking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Chicken & Lemony Rice with baby spinach and feta cheese.  Small batch, built for two and cooked in the slow cooker. 


Have a wonderful Monday.  I hope your week ahead is filled with plenty of small and wonderful things. Don't forget!  


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