Many years ago, a regular customer who I would pass the time of day with, brought me an embroidered mat for my office desk. He was a wise old guy, and though lost along the way, I have never forgotten what the mat said:
'The Flowers of all the Tomorrows are in the Seeds of Today'.
How true, and how still relevant today - I've asked myself, 'am I sowing enough seeds for tomorrow?' I'm really not sure, but I hope that in my writings I will be able to say something worth reading. Our world is full of words; the right ones are surely seeds as those above.
PP
Tuesday 20 July 2010
Sunday 18 July 2010
Helping Hand
When we came home from work earlier in the week, the holidaymakers, who are currently renting the cottage next door were saying to a neighbour how they had found the locals they had come into contact that day particularly off-hand and miserable. The visitors were a mature couple and they had obviously been upset by the treatment they had received at two popular attractions. We tried to suggest that it was not the norm and hoped they would not let it spoil their holiday.
Two days later, after we arrived home, there was a bad storm which resulted in a power cut. We assumed it wouldn't last long but we were finally advised that reconnection could be as late as midnight. Resorting to camping stoves we cooked an improvised meal and dug out the candles from the back of the cupboard. While sitting in the fading light with no television, radio or computer to occupy us we suddenly thought about the people next door.
My husband found them in the dark, staring at an unopened tin of soup. We went into action, took round the camping stoves, one for soup, one for a cup of tea, and enough candles to 'see' them through the night. They seemed surprised but were grateful; we hoped our help would redress the balance of their disappointment earlier in the week; we felt better too.
Two days later, after we arrived home, there was a bad storm which resulted in a power cut. We assumed it wouldn't last long but we were finally advised that reconnection could be as late as midnight. Resorting to camping stoves we cooked an improvised meal and dug out the candles from the back of the cupboard. While sitting in the fading light with no television, radio or computer to occupy us we suddenly thought about the people next door.
My husband found them in the dark, staring at an unopened tin of soup. We went into action, took round the camping stoves, one for soup, one for a cup of tea, and enough candles to 'see' them through the night. They seemed surprised but were grateful; we hoped our help would redress the balance of their disappointment earlier in the week; we felt better too.
Sunday 11 July 2010
My first post.
Today is historic for me, I'm officially a blogger!
Today has been good for me, a walk along the cliff-tops, stunning views to inspire.
Today is sad for me, the World Cup finally ends.
Hubby will begin to notice I'm always in my writing cell.
May the new footie season start soon.
PP
Today has been good for me, a walk along the cliff-tops, stunning views to inspire.
Today is sad for me, the World Cup finally ends.
Hubby will begin to notice I'm always in my writing cell.
May the new footie season start soon.
PP
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