Homemade birthday card.

It’s my youngest grandsons birthday on the 27th January and he is really into action figures so I decided to make him a special birthday card !

I hope he likes it 🙂

A red cardinal

Even if he does look more orange 😉

Something a little different!

Sasha.

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So much had happened since Charlie had left Sasha, the twins from Charlie’s infidelity Susie and Sam had grown up and moved away after meeting new partners and Sasha now saw very little of them.

Kit Kat still lived in the meadow with Leon who was now a fully grown sheep, an unlikely coupling but it worked for them. Sasha had hoped for grand-kittens , now she wondered if she would have sheep-kittens 😼 but she wasn’t holding her breath.

Hardly a day went by when she didn’t think about Charlie, he had been the love of her life well five of them anyway!

A tear slowly trickled down Sasha’s face. 😿 This was not how her  life should be. She had been pursued by many Tom cats 😻😻😻😻 over the last two years but she simply was not that sort of cat! She was a one cat-cat! Charlie could never be replaced and she knew that she would probably spend the rest of her life alone.

Should she have forgiven Charlie for his wanderings. No, Sasha knew that she had done right putting her paw down but it had cost them both dearly. She wondered if Charlie ever thought about her and if he had settled down and had a new family.

Life felt so unfair to Sasha.

Charlie the cat.

It had been two years since Charlie left Sasha and Kit Kat. When the news of his cheating ways had been discovered by the arrival of twin kittens. He was so ashamed, hardly a day went by when he didn’t think about her.

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He knew that he had taken the cowards way out by running away and wanted more than anything to go back, but would she be waiting with open paws 🐾 or would she have found love in the arms of another Tom cat?

Maybe now was the time to return to the meadow.

You have to smile 😃

A true story 😉

A man is driving down the road and his car breaks down near a monastery. 

He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?” 

The Monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner and even fix his car. 

As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound. A sound not Iike anything he’s ever heard before.  Mystical and spiritual, full of beauty.

The Sirens that nearly seduced Odysseus into crashing his ship comes to his mind. 

He doesn’t sleep that night. He tosses and turns trying to figure out what could possibly be making such an intriguing and seductive sound. 

The next morning, he asks the Monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a Monk.” 

Distraught, the man is forced to leave. 

Years later, after never being able to forget that sound, the sound, the man returns to the monastery and pleads for the answer again. 

The Monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a Monk.” 

The man says, “If the only way I can find out what is making that beautiful sound is to become a Monk, then please, make me a Monk.” 

The Monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of grains of sand. When you find these answers, you will have become a Monk.” 

The man sets about his task. 

After years of searching he returns as a gray-haired old man and knocks on the door of the monastery. A Monk answers. He is taken before a gathering of all the Monks. 

“In my quest to find what makes that beautiful sound, I travelled the earth and have found what you asked for: 

By design, the world is in a state of perpetual change. Only God knows what you ask. All a man can know is himself, and only then if he is honest and reflective and willing to strip away self deception.” 

The Monks reply, “Congratulations. You have become a monk. We shall now show you the way to the mystery of the sacred sound.” 

The Monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is beyond that door.” 

The Monks give him the key and he opens the door. 

Behind the wooden door is another door- it is made of stone. 

The man is given the key to the stone door and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby. 

And so it went that he needed keys to doors of emerald, pearl and diamond. 

Finally, they come to a door made of solid gold. The sound has become very clear and definite. The Monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.” 

The man is apprehensive to no end. His life’s wish is behind that door! 

With trembling hands, he unlocks the door, turns the knob and slowly pushes the door open. Falling to his knees, he is utterly amazed to discover the source of that haunting and seductive sound… 

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But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk

There’s a fox at the bottom of the garden!

A peaceful day.

Watching the Daises, Book review.

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It’s very rare nowadays that I can pick up a book and I know without doubt that I’m going to enjoy reading before the end of the first page. I really enjoyed this book, it had everything that I enjoy reading about. Positivity, spirituality, hope and common sense.

Following Bridget’s inspiring life, written with frankness and honesty. I just wanted to curl up and read it in one go but time restraints did not permit. However it is a book that can be picked up and put down and by doing that I prolonged the pleasure of reading it.

It follows the life of Bridget and the triumphs and obstacles placed on her journey and how she pushed through the challenges of ill health with determination. I felt like I had been alongside side her when she described her travels enjoying each experience that came with each holiday. I felt the heat, I could smell the smells, I was there.!

I read this book whilst going through a difficult time myself and it really did help me. So thank you Bridget, I’m no gardener but I can appreciate yours and I can’t wait for your next book.

Elaine 🌹

Five little angels tribute.

It was my mother’s funeral today and although I was determined to be strong on hearing her chosen song going into the service ” Somewhere over the rainbow ” I began blubbering. 😫

It was a beautiful service and an incredible tribute to her, she would have loved it. I wrote a five little angels poem just for the occasion which my husband John read during the service and I thought I would share it with you.  You have all been a great support to me over the last couple of months so again, thank you.

 

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Five little angels knew mum’s time was near

folding their wings around her, they said do not fear

 

Four little angels arranged for a choir to sing some hymns,

knowing the comfort their voices would bring

 

Three little angels told mum to look into the light,

giving their guidance, she saw a beautiful sight

 

Two little angels saw mum’s family waiting,  their arms outstretched

so they gently passed mum over, to her final rest

 

One little angel said, do not be sad, you won’t be far apart

although you can’t see her, she is forever in your heart.

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Still working on paintings for my forthcoming five little angels poetry book

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