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The Quilt of my Life x

My life is like a patchwork quilt, patches of this and that, pieces from the past cross over into the precent.

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Faded memories, from blue and white gingham school days, a piece of old lace, whispering of long hot summers, lazy afternoons and first loves kisses.

Denim and cheese cloth, bare foot on sandy beaches, cool clear waters lapping at my toes.

Grey tweed that looks so ruff, but soft to touch, old and well worn, falling asleep on Grandpa's lap, listening to stories of this and that, in the flickering fires glow.

A busy floral cotton of yellow and gold's, reminds me of mother, standing at the door, calling to me to come in for supper, hands in her pinnie pockets, flour on face, the smell of baking wafting around the place.

Cream silk, soft to the touch, looks so delicate but lasts so long, just like my marriage to my one true loved one.

Baby blue and pink chintz my sons first tear and my daughters first smile,and the joy they bring all the while.

So as I sit, getting old and grey, I put together the patches of my life and if by chance one day the memories start to fade, I’ll lay my life quilt out in front of me to survey.

Fly I will to day's gone by and memories that my quilt I know will keep alive, and it I hope will always remind me of days long ago,of sadness and loss, and tragedies I know.

But most of all, the memories it will bring are those of a long life so sweet, and oh so worth the living....

Copyright VG Boom.

HAPPY ECO CAMPING AT CERENETY

WE MADE GREAT FRIENDS X

AND HAD THE BEST ECO HOLIDAY EVER X

Happy Eco Camping

 SHED DAYS.....................

WE LOVE OUR SHED DAYS, IN THE SUMMER OR WINTER, LONG DAYS SPENT ON THE LAND WORKING HARD, THE CHILDREN HAVE FUN AND LEARN SO MUCH ABOUT THE LAND AND THE ANIMALS.

OUR VERY CLEVER DAUGHTER DECIDED TO DECORATE HER FATHERS SHED X

THEN ALL THE FAMILY GOT IN ON THE ACT...........

BREAKFAST ANYONE

KI AND HIS FIRST STRAWBERRY 

IN OUR HOUSE THE STRAWBERRIES GO INTO MAKING JAM, WELL IF WE HAVE ANY LEFT OVER AFTER KI HAS BEEN IN THE STRAWBERRY PATCH X

OUR BEAUTIFUL GRANDDAUGHTER MISS LOLA-ROSE

I woke today and remembered him, his smell, his smile, his walk, the way he looked at me and just new, new if I had been a good girl and new if I had not.

I remembered the day he strode down the garden path towards the greenhouse and stopped, looked around and bent down to pick the empty pile of pea pods up off the path, the smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes, as he said in his best "oh wow" voice" Well Well, the fairy's must be hungry today, they must  have needed to fill there tummy's, perhaps a big adventure coming up...............I remember watching him walk down the path chuckling to himself as I hid behind the chicken shed watching, with my pockets filled with the green gems off summer.

Leslie Ellis Hostler 1925-1989

A smell remembered

A smell remembered from years gone by, of toast, teacakes and strawberry jam on a cold winters night.

A power cut the lights go out, find the candles, light the fire, a pot of tea just made, “that was lucky” he said, out to the shed in a force eight gale, struggles back with his trusty lamps, dose the wick, pumps it up, the hiss and then the glow as he beams with pride “I new I’d find them” he shouts out loud.

Mum twists the paper into knots onto the fire, you just watch, a crackle a popping and there it go’s, she smiles at dad in the fire light glow.

Right Dad said ware’s the toasting fork, right at hand.

As a child I watched and wondered how a storm can make a family come together, one minute watching TV next a intimate moment for just we three, “where’s the jam” mum asked of me, I take the lamp into the larder and there it is right at the top, off I go and sit in the middle, jam and teacakes, tea in china cups a bad wind blowing, a memory in the making not to be remembered for over thirty years.

The warmth of my parents and the glow of the embers, I snuggled down between them both and sleep so safe, full of tea of strawberry jam of teacakes and when I wake we all did laugh Dad said it was just a fuse................

Love you Daddy x

EASTER WITH THE BOOM CLAN.