Thursday, May 16, 2019

Holiday

I'll be off site until June 6.

I'm excited to take thousands of pictures and show you where I've been. 

Until then, many blessings to you.


Monday, May 13, 2019

Serendipity

Serendipity:  Happy Chance. The occurrence of events by chance in a happy way. 

Love that. And I love when it happens so suddenly and without notice.

One such event happened while ambling in the Lacock village.

There we were minding our own business. My head was in the clouds thinking about who lived in these charming cottages.
The sun was shining and the birds were singing. 
And yes, a Mini was parked along the curb. Couldn't get any better. But then serendipity happened.
A perfect day made sweeter when I saw this...
The Stall on the Wall. Don't you just love that name!   

Homemade meringues! Jars and jars of them.
It was like a lemonade stand. Only better.
Guess which one I picked?
Delish!
I hope in the middle of an ordinary day, something serendipitous sneaks up on you and delights you in a fairy tale way.





Monday, May 6, 2019

The journey continues

While touring the Lacock Abbey, I came across this old typewriter. 
Both the typewriter and the note intrigued me. This is where I got the idea for the story I have been working on. It's a great story. Just saying.

I'm a bit weepy. I just found out I didn't final in a writing contest.

It stings. A lot.
This writing journey has many twists and turns.
It's hard. Who knows where it will lead. I wish I knew.
Sometimes I just want to quit. It would be very easy. Too easy. 

I've recently read about a best-selling author.  Rachel Held Evans. She went in to hospital a few weeks ago with flu-like symptoms. I haven't read her work, but the fact that she was 37 years old kept me reading her health updates.

I was saddened to hear she has since passed away.     

It's still a bit murky as to her cause of death.  She went in to hospital with flu-like symptoms, and now she is gone. She leaves a husband and two very young children to mourn her.

Her husband wrote, "Rachel's presence in this world was a gift to us all and her work will long survive her." 

Did you get that? "Her work will long survive her."

What a gift. Her children are so young now, but they have their mother's words. Forever. In book form.
I guess that's why I write. For future generations. 

  

Thursday, May 2, 2019

Don't worry

A recent conversation with my daughter.

"Hi mom. It's Kayla."
(Like I wouldn't recognize her voice-wink wink!)

"Hi baby girl-
(she interrupts immediately!)

Kayla: "I thought you would want to know I'm in the ER, but don't worry."

Me: On the other end of the line FREAKING OUT! "Wait, what? Did you just say you're in the ER? Where?"

The "don't worry" part is what got me. Really? Are you kidding me? My kid is in the ER and she proceeds to say, "Don't worry." 

Who says that? I guess she did! Sheesh! I'm her mother for Pete's sake. Of course I'm going to worry. Panic would be more accurate.  Like freak out, get in the car right now and speed to hospital, kind of freak out. Yeah, that.

Kayla isn't a kid anymore. She's a 29 year old, married grown woman. SIGH.
My son in law is perfectly capable (and wonderful I might add) of taking care of Kayla. And that's exactly what he did. He brought her to hospital and stayed by her side the entire time.

So, what's wrong with her, you might be asking?

It would seems a pear shaped organ that receives and stores bile, plus digests fats, decided to make my daughter completely miserable. There was nausea, pain, diarrhea and vomiting involved. Sounds fun, huh? Oh and a one inch gallstone for added excitement.

Yep. Her gallbladder has been a pain in her side for far too long and gave it one last go. The pain was excruciating. And she can handle a lot of pain.
I reminded her of the time she fell while rollerblading a long while ago. She didn't scream in pain and seemed okay. Only one time that particular evening did she tell me it hurt "a little bit." We iced it and I told her that we would see how it was in the morning.

Well, morning came. Again, she wasn't yelping or even crying, but hubby decided to take her in to the clinic. She came home with a cast on her hand.
Worst mother ever moment. Like epic fail. I still feel bad about that and it's been at least fifteen years ago. Ugh.

Anyway-Did you know per googling the internet, "the gallbladder is not absolutely necessary for human survival..."

Who knew?!

Kayla is resting at home now. It hasn't been easy, but she's on her way to a full recovery.
According to her, I'm "the best mom ever." 

I brought food!



  





Monday, April 29, 2019

Brilliant

Lacock Abbey.
I had to watch my time while there. I spent at least an hour just wandering around the estate. Hubby had to remind me there was more to see inside!

I loved just being still and thinking about what life was like to live there.
Did the owners take the time to breathe in the fresh air? Did they count all the sheep? Did the bleating get annoying? 
I thought they were cute! I can see where the saying 'counting sheep' can finally make one sleepy. On this particular day, there were a lot to count!
 Lets head inside.
I love books. This cupboard was near the entrance. I would have made friends with the nuns straight away!
 You might recognize the Abbey in some familiar film scenes.
Harry Potter and also Pride and Prejudice have been filmed here. I just read the Abbey was closed for some days this past month due to filming. I wonder when we will see the Abbey in pictures again?
Hubby told me this was in a Harry Potter movie. I wouldn't know.  I've never seen any of the movies. GASP! I know. Hard to believe. An anglophile that hasn't seen Harry Potter. I'll see them. Eventually. It's just not my favorite genre. (You can close your mouth now!!)

Doors and stairways fascinated me while on holiday in England. Where do they lead?
Who knows. But just like life, you'll never know if you don't open the door and take the next step.   

 

Monday, April 22, 2019

Invention

They say a picture is worth a thousand words.

The above photo shows the English rose climbing an outside wall at Lacock Abbey.

While in Lacock, I learned quite a bit about photos.

Did you know...
That's right. The birthplace of photography in Britain.
Where would we be today without photography? It's a loaded question. 
I think he's a genius! Google him!

I'm quite certain those who lived in this era would be completely flabbergasted as to how far we have come when it comes to taking photographs. Just look what they started!







Monday, April 15, 2019

Start of the day

As I sit here sipping my English breakfast tea this morning , I wondered if you know what breakfast is like over there across the pond.
I have plenty of breakfast photos, and so I bring you breakfast at the Red Lion in Lacock, UK.

 With our tummies full, we are off to wandering around the village.