Monthly Archives: April 2015

Passing flowers

I am sitting listening to the sound of rain on the conservatory roof, and watching the garden as the sky changes from blue to grey. The end of April is producing more typical weather of sunshine and  passing showers.

The flowers are coming and going too. We have had banks of primroses this year, which have lasted for weeks  and are now beginning to fade. But I picked a few in a photograph and have preserved them in a small quilted piece.1-IMG_2679

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Medley

Medley was a word used by a member of my Library writing group this week to describe our different contributions. It can mean a collection of unconnected disparate items, but I like it because it has musical overtones and suggestions of composition and harmony.

St George’s Day this week saw SCAN0036an enthusiastic medley of people meeting at the library to launch a community writing project. I have been working with local author Tracy Baines who has generously offered her time and expertise to launch our “Life on the Hill” project. It was fun to tell our stories and discover our many different interests and experiences, sharing aspects of our lives together here in Colehill. We hope to eventually produce an anthology of words and pictures to celebrate our little corner of England, and I hope the process of composing our “medley” will produce many layers of harmony together!

Another medley of people with different styles, skills and personalities also met this week at Embroiderers Guild . Inspiring textile artist Fay Maxwell got us working with coloured fabrics, ribbons and wools on painted canvas. Simple ideas, with huge scope for different interpretations. The work produced by the group reflected our diversity, and was a joyous medley of colour and texture, which we all enjoyed.

Fay's inspiring work

Fay’s inspiring work 

Our "medley" - work in progress...

Our “medley” – work in progress…

April smiles

Into April and I am emerging from a virus of some sort. The non specific aching leaden limbs “why do I feel so miserable?” sort. But it is lifting at last. We have had some lovely sunshine which is helping me feel better, and the garden does its usual show at this time of year.
Here’s a taste…127___04

And another source of delight this year is grandson William. It is strange to think we did not even know of his imminent existence this time last year…1-IMG_2639

We met up with William, and Tim and Sofia on a visit to Bath where Ben is now living. We had a lovely walk together along the two tunnels pathway and experienced the reality of a long dark tunnel (1.5km), with light at the end of it. There were helpful distance markers, lights and even music to encourage walkers and motivate them to keep going.
The expression “light at the end of the tunnel” is for me the epitome of the importance of hope in our lives. Physically walking the metaphor was a good experience, and a reminder of the fact that faith, (even in dark uncertainty), love (of those who walk with us) and hope (light at the end) remain.1-IMG_2626