Saturday, 14 April 2018

Seasons of Life . . .

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When we lived down South on the Manor Estate in Kent, we lived in a beautiful little cottage and were surrounded by apple and pear orchards . . .  the beauty of each season of the year was played out on our doorstep . . .


The view from our upstairs back windows in the Spring treated us to the beautiful sight of a sea of  pink and white blossoms . . . a sight that I could look at for hours and hours . . . the air was filled with the smell of the promise of millions of fruits born upon the spring breeze, and later as the blossom fell to the ground . . . it was for every bit as if the air was filled with goose down of a different kind than winter's gift . . . but no less beautiful.

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It was a serene and quiet environment . . . punctuated only with voices of walkers on the foot path which ran past the front of our house on occasion, or people working in the orchards . . .

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From late spring to late autumn, each step outside our door was accompanied by the sight of climbing red and white roses which hung over our heads . . . twas truly lovely to behold, and a beautiful place to live.

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We spent many, many hours in my off time walking through the orchards.  Our Jess would come with us.  She so loved walking with us, the three of us in cozy companionship.   At one point the orchards looked out over an area called the South Downs which afforded us spectacular views . . .

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We'd watch the fruit upon the trees, at first only tiny buds, growing and ripening into beautiful fruits over the summer months . . .

There were several varieties of apples which were grown in those orchards . . .   August brought crisp Discovery apples with their pink stained flesh . . . September . . . crispy, juicy almost honey flavoured Early Windsors along with Spartans, Galas, Coxes and the oh so lovely cooking Bramleys, not to mention several varieties of pears . . .

The summer months were especially quiet . . . the school down at the bottom of the hill would be closed and so we did not get to hear the children at play during break time . . . and the birds which were cheerfully noisy in the Spring gradually got quieter and quieter . . . only the hum of insects in the hot sun  would accompany us . . .on those warm summer days.

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Of course that all changed in the late summer and early autumn, when the children were back at school and the orchard rang with the sound of a multitude of apple pickers chatting and laughing together as they went about their work.   The large apple bins would appear, scattered here and there through the orchards in about mid August and you knew the season was progressing . . . and autumn was well on it's way . . .

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The whole landscape changed once again . . . walking became that little bit painful with the crunch of fallen acorns beneath our tender feet, but it was a beautiful kind of pain . . . the air was filled with the smell of ripe fruit waiting to be picked on the trees . . . and the smell of apples and pears . . . windfalls, rotting on the ground . . . a kind of fermented smell . . . like cider or wine . . .

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I think it was our favourite time to walk through the orchards and Jess's too.  They hummed with activity . . . pickers, and walkers, wasps enjoying ripening and fallen fruit . . .

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Jess especially enjoyed it.  Every fallen apple was a ball to her and she loved it when Todd would pick one up and throw it.  She would bound after it and bring it back.  Occasionally she would chew one up . . . but ball was her favourite game.  She never tired of playing ball.   Mitzie loves to play ball too . . . but she doesn't like to give them up once she's caught them.  She's not a retriever . . . that's for sure . . .  but we love her other ways . . .

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We all bring something different to the table of life don't we.   It would be boring if we were all the same I think . . .

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It is the variety of people and animals and fruits and flora and just everything imaginable which add to the beauty of our days and lives . . .

Each song is beautiful in it's own way.

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The passing and rebirth of the seasons help us to appreciate each one all the more I think . . .  I know that I am always happy to greet each one in it's turn as it happens along . . .

I suppose it is the same with life . . . we have seasons in life . . . childhood which is the Spring, a playful and learning time . . . and then comes the Summers of our youth and early adulthood, busy years with much work, and the birth and raising of families . . .  followed by our autumn years when nests begin to empty as our own fledgling chicks fly off into their own summers . . . and we are left with our Winter years, the quiet years, years when we can reflect on all that has been and enjoy what was and what is . . . this eternal round of life . . .

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How like the seasons is our life,
We face the sunshine, storms and strife;
As seasons come, so they must go,
We are enjoined within that flow.

In spring we start our journey new,
When flowers bloom and skies are blue;
The trees are budding, birds will sing,
With youth in bloom, it's always spring.

'Tis summer soon, we are mature,
Face love and kids, home and career;
It's harvest time, success we seek,
These sounds of summer leave us weak.

Then autumn calls to have it's say,
The foliage falls, the hair turns gray;
The chill descends and soon the frost,
We think, perhaps on things we lost.

Old winter grips with snow and cold,
We watch our destined fate unfold;
As now we near our time to go
And seek life's final afterglow. 
~John Anderson 


My throw is completely done!  I used the pattern which I found here on Eight by Six for her basic Granny Square Blanket. I used the exact yarn that she used, with the exception of a few colours that I couldn't get.  Style Craft Special DK Yarns, but I subbed grey for silver because the silver was out of stock, and I subbed copper for spice because the spice was out of stock.  Altogether it was a really simple blanket to crochet and I am over the moon with the results.  I want to start another one now!  This yarn is so soft and feels so nice. Its beautiful to work with.  I reckon it took me about two weeks to make it, so a really quick project really.  I highly recommend!  

And with that I will leave you with a thought for today  . . . 

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You can't start the next chapter in your life
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In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Stuffed Baked Apples . . .  served warm with lashings of cream.  I did these for the lads (and Todd of course) the other night and they went down a real treat! 

Have a beautiful Saturday!  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!  


  1. Hi Marie, what lovely memories, quite sad to think the winter of life is approaching though!

    I've only driven through Kent never stayed or explored there. It looks lovely!

    Your blanket is amazing, you're so talented.

    We're off out today as the weather is supposed to be nice, but pouring down tomorrow. I believe we're in for a heatwave next week, Mitzie will be able to get into the garden at last!!

    Have a wonderful weekend, lot's of love xxx

    1. Kent is a beautiful county Kate! Especially in the spring when everything is starting to bloom! Hope you have a lovely day out! I can't wait for some nice warm and sunny weather! Love and hugs. xoxo

  2. It was magical that place.. how unfortunate the owner was not.
    Your blanket is BEAUTIFUL na di will try one day:) Thank you for the inspo:)Bon weekend Marie!

    1. It certainly was a beautiful place, but you know I suffer from PSTD from the woman! I have nightmares about her often! Nasty! You must make the blanket Monique ! You can’t mess it up! Xoxo

  3. I would say I'm in the winter of life, but spring has come once again, literally, and even though there is more time for refection, there is still much for me to do. Season do come and go and mine is forever changing it seems. Hope your Saturday is a super one !

    1. God bless Pam! Life is full of surprises for sure! Xoxo

  4. Hi Marie~

    I loved everything about this post! Kent, looks like a wonderful place to live, I can only imagine that you loved it there and miss it. The pictures are so gorgeous, what a beautiful part of the world you live in.

    I am in the "winter" of my life, but it doesn't seem like I am old, until I look in the mirror, or try to do the things I used to do when I was in my 40's. I think it's wise to grow old gracefully, that's how I want to live my older years. I know so many who fight it, and it seems like they spend the remaining years of their life trying to stay young. I have loved all the seasons of my life, and I'm sure to love - winter.

    You have such a magical way of writing, just touches my soul. And the poem by, John Anderson was beautiful, thank you for sharing it.

    Your blanket is gorgeous!! I really love the colors, it's just so comfy, cozy!

    I'm making your stuffed apples tonight, to go along with chicken and dumplings, I can hardly wait for dessert... ;0)

    Much love to you and your sweet hubby, Just love you so much!


    1. Oh, it sounds like a lovely combination Barb, Chicken & Dumplings and Stuffed Apples. Wish I was there! Like you I decided a long time ago to grow old gracefully. I don't want to be that 70 year old woman who is trying to look 20 and never quite managing it. I'm getting older and I embrace it. Just flippin happy I am still around! Every day is a bonus what! Love you too! Oodles and oodles. Love and hugs, xoxo

  5. Your blanket is beautiful and the color of it are lovely.
    Marie, you have a way with words for sure. I loved the description of where you once lived. It sounds so peaceful and endearing. You lost your Jess and now have your dear Mitzie. I had to laugh because our Sammy won't let go of a ball or toy either.
    I hope you are writing your history because I am sure it would read like a book.
    The seasons of our life are described well in your awesome writings and the poem is wonderful.
    Loved this one! Sending loving thoughts your way and big hugs too.


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