Sunday morning ponderings . . .

I do so live in a beautiful area of the country . . . known as the borderlands . . . where Wales and England meet.



It is a secret land of hidden vale and mountainous retreat . . . with a chain of noble castles marking it's ancient boundaries, from Chepstow to this beautiful, historic walled city that I live in.



Blood and tongue are mingled here . . . where once was feud and strife. The Welsh were greatly feared as a warrior people . . . and indeed, I believe . . . there is still a law on the books whereby Welshmen are not allowed within the walls of Chester after dark . . .



Loyalties and cultures are merged here though . . . having been tempered through time, and the distance of old histories and memories. This area is a place of unsurpassed beauty, unspoiled by vandal hands . . . this wild romantic beauty of the borderlands . . .



I love to go into the city on warm days and sit by the river where I can relax leisurely . . .enjoying the cool green comfort of a somewhat restful holiday . . . where shady willows lean. The river meanders by meadows cold and green.



No . . . not the same as a seaside holiday . . . nor as thrilling as the music of the sea . . .but there is peace to be found in water that flows dreamily past.



No wheeling gulls or waves . . . no rolling tide . . . just peace and rest by the riverside.



A land of mist and shadow at the edge of time and space . . . I love my home  . . . this beautiful place.



The sun is shining beautifully again here this morning. We really have no cause for complaint this year. May and June have been most beautiful. I hope that it sticks for a few more days at least.  We are really enjoying it.

Yesterday we were picking strawberries and black currants in the garden. I so love black currants and they are not a fruit that I ever really got to eat much of before I moved over here.  Our bush is loaded with them this year!  We are blessed! I see a pie in Todd's future!

I've spent far too much time on here this morning now . . .  I must dash and do the things I need to do before we leave for church . . . but I shall leave you with a pleasant thought . . .

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 *.˛Each time you pick a daffodil
Or gather violets on some hill
Or touch a leaf or see a tree,
it's all God whispering . . . 
"This is me."
~Helen Steiner Rice•。★★ 。* 。 

 

In the kitchen today  . . .  Strawberry Eclairs!  Fabuously tasty and not as difficult to make as one would suppose!

Have a beautiful Sunday!  Don't forget!

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And I do too!