Lovely! And in exactly the same boat, my love!! Hugs and blessings and tons of love to you. A sweet word and beautiful pictures from you soothe my jittered and jangled psyche.
I wanted to point it out, had anyone else not yet, a beautiful and sweet moment in one of your pictures. That very first picture, the one you captioned, "where black ears play and cherry blossom grows," just to the left of the middle of the picture, right at the top edge, there is somewhat of a heart shape floating there, which is a happy delight.
Ahh Danielle, just as I posted this and the page that asks if you would like to share your post with the world popped up, I looked at that photo and saw exactly the little heart you speak of... you are the only person to have noticed it. I doubt that's a coincidence given our mutually caring work with young humans either, do you? I think it is more two kindred souls walking the same path in this world just in different places.... Bless you 💛
I hope you are not so jittered and jangled that you still have time for you lovely one, that spring is delighting you in the gaps between, I hope my own love and thanks land in one of them... xox
PS If I could send you Lemon Meringue Pie I would do so with love and yellow heart hidden inside!
Well, I don't believe in coincidence at all. I believe in synchronicities. Likely, yeah, because we have hearts of gold, which are needed for our work.
It has been hard carving out time for myself between work and college life, but I am able to find a few minutes to care for myself. I appreciate the well wishes from my Soul twin on the other side of the world. And right back atcha, sweetie.
I used to make lemon meringue pie all the time when I was a kid. I make lemonade pie now and it's delicious - sort of the same thing, but without the meringue, just a dollop of whipped cream. So yummy!! XO
You and your hill have fashioned such a lovely and peaceful place of pilgrimage, and oh, the rewards of making that trek there with you every week. Wishing you hours to romp with the hares and feel a soft rain of blossoms upon your skin, Susie. x
Carmine nothing could make me smile more broadly than knowing you, who reaps with equal joy, can see and feel the rewards through my ramblings here, my heartfelt thanks for reading, I wish you a soft and blossom filled Sunday with just the perfect amount of spring zest in the air too. xx
Our approach to spring sounds quite similar this year, Susie. I find myself pretty exhausted, frustrated that none of the house-straightening that I always think I'll get done in winter managed to get done, uninspired by cooking, and a bit on the pessimistic side what with the huge mess coming from my home country. Sigh...I hope you can take good advantage of your holidays.
I fear mine is not about to change with two April showery weeks ahead Betty, two holiday weeks to boot! How utterly typical of the weather to change just in time for days off - I am struggling to hide my disgruntlement! Worse it leaves no excuse for not cleaning away all those winter webs and dust bunnies that are lurking so quietly and now un-prettilly in every corner... urgh!
I have just returned from a quick trip to the super market, horrified at the price of one bag of shopping although some small relief at the price of diesel. I feel we are not winning the poverty battle though and yes, sadly this is not going to be helped by a certain madman.
Yes, our daughter is down here from Paris for the whole week and I wish we were having last week! On the bright side, weather forecasts are not that predictable 2 weeks out — the second week might turn around
I hope you get time to rejuvenate over the holidays! Your lemon meringue pie looks amazing - very goddessesque I would say! I ran out of steam last night on the cooking front so my husband resorted to one of his favourites: egg mayo rolls. I don't share his enthusiasm for that gourmet delight so had salad, lol.
Thanks Lynn, sadly and very typically, the beautiful spring weather we've just been treated to over the last 10 days has degraded drastically into April showers, chilly winds and low cloud. It is uninspiring to say the least and worse leaves no excuse to not sort jumble sale remnants either... grrrr! It I at least quiet here though, a blessing in itself after the last bonkers weeks in class!
I hope spring has landed up on your island, we are now dressed fully in luminous green here. 💚
PS I am not a big fan of eggs unless heavily disguised in cake!
Hope you get to rest and recharge soon. I must say, I aspire to be the kind of kitchen goddess who whips up a lemon meringue pie when out of ingredients and energy to cook!
Bless you Stephanie, I am recharging as I type, more by force of having to due unexciting wet weather than want but it feels good to be seated for a few moments nonetheless. As for lemon meringue pie, I fear I may have been sacked as wife and mother had I not produced something a little more elaborate than plain eggs that night!
Thank you so much for being here, may your Sunday be a kind one. x
"some flowers are like lines from poems before the words even form…"
And some lines are like flowering poems before the thoughts even form. I want some lemon meringue pie to munch on when I'm reading these blossoming lines and watching this gorgeous film and thinking about the returning hares like spirits loping about in animal form. Joy upon the world as The Hill awakens.
Thanks Susie. And thanks for the kind nudge in my direction. More joy. 🙏🏽
I would send you lemon meringue pie if I thought it would make the journey in one piece Jonathan, hell, I'd send you eggs so you could rustle up your own I've that many!
There is so much gladness in these spring days, even on a rainy Sunday! If I had endless time to do so I would never stop wandering, just to not miss the excitement, especially the hares returning, not that they ever go far...
Thank you my friend, I do so appreciate you being here, I hope the nudge tweaked the interest of a few new readers for you, their loss if it didn't, fools!
“This breathless now… the now of every blooming blossom, the now of all leaves bursting, the now of forget-me-nots, buttercups, wild leeks, the now of nesting birds, their songs and bees, the now of petals, of dandelion seed heads, their wishes blown into the wind, the now of luminous airiness, warm sunshine on pale faces, the now of clouds of white umbels, the now of paying attention… the now of hope for lighter days.”
I'm happy your hare's have returned. Perhaps that will entice you to slow down, sit in the grass to watch them play in stealth mode.... time to step away from the hustle of everyday duties. You're too kind Susie, I would have given the boys of your household eggs and toast with a stern look of "button up" this is as good as it gets. Lol. Hugs and love.
I am a soft touch Sonya, as well you know lovely... unhappiness, no matter the source, be it eggs, or frail friends, touch my heart too deeply to say no! Damn though..; there are times when I wish I could, just once!
But yes, the hares are back and I've seen them many times since, they have changed their usual location from east fields to west fields... possibly why I had missed them for so long. A change that is no longer a worry... speak soon darling - love and light back xxx
Just reading this made me feel calm and delighted. You may be feeling agitated but your words are a pure soothe. And that first paragraph is definitely a poem.
Thanks heaps Deirdre, I have been agitated, that too-busy-to-do-anything-I-want-to-niggle turned into a giant panic of a gaping wound and I'm no bloody nurse! All is calming again now thank goodness.
“I was hoping to post a poem….. that didn’t happen”
Excuse me, I beg to differ. Come, take a walk through your poems with me. The spectacular, visual poetry of your photographs, the poetic ambience, “Where black ears play and cherry blossom glows”
Sheperd’s Purse , “some flowers are like lines from poems before the words even form…”
The poem, “beneath..”;“This breathless now…”
“The now of hope for lighter days.” And every line between.
The poem, “And cherry blossom, I surrender…”
“…and galloping much longed for colour.” And every line in between.
The olfactory enlightenment, the poetic feast for the senses ;“lemon meringue pie”.
Sometimes, the most beautiful poems are hidden within sentences. I have no doubt that Robert Frost would agree. And Mary Oliver. Ah, I have a diagnosis , you have not had the time to surrender yourself to your hill.
“Once I saw an angel in the mist…I miss her…”
May is just around the corner, she will be home soon, and your world will change. In the meantime, wish I could stop by, knock on your front door and politely ask ~ Can Susie come out to play?
Finally I am here... I know, I said yesterday and I have no idea what happened to yesterday, the hours were washed down the courtyard by the torrential rain and hail perhaps?
How strange a truth it is that often we don't see what's written until the words are pointed out by another or others, that they seem simply to be the rambling's of a tired soul that hasn't been out to play in too long. A fact that has yet to be remedied given the weather - although, today I feel the beginnings of cabin fever, the flaring of nostrils at the slightest provocation, the sharp retorts at unnecessary questions so despite unruly weather and lawless clouds I know I will walk anyway, my hands will be held up in surrender to the elements, I will be soaked through to my skinny bones but it will fee like a glorious cure - I will at last be breathing evenly again!
You are a sharp eyed lady dear Lor, and I reckon both Robert Frost and Mary Oliver would agree with that too!
Thank you for the invitation, I accept with pleasure... would you like me to bring lemon meringue pie? xx
Sending spring green love back to you Susie. Your writing delights me with every word- as ever. I hope your exhaustion passes and you continue to find joy in nature every day. The lemon meringue pies of my childhood, made with love by my mother, have never been replicated. I hope yours was a triumph! I can taste it in my imagination. And hares- oh joy!
Thank you so much for your kind words Linda, they mean the world to me, especially at times like this when life's responsibilities take precedent and time for writing is so limited, your reassuring response is deeply appreciated.
Sadly the holidays have begun with rather a lot of rain, it was much needed, a fact I am trying to consolidate myself with and the hope that it remembers to stop very soon!
The hares have been making their presence known and delighting my every walk since that first sighting, aren't they beautiful, such elegant and mystical creatures - oh joy indeed!
I hope your Sunday was filled with smiles, many thanks again... 💛x
As I am yours Matthew, though I am a little behind it is a fact about to be remedied by wonderful school holidays! May your Sunday be blessed with spring gorgeousness! Thank you 🙏🏼
Oh you do have a gardener, the moon has her phases in the dark but comes back renewed.
Hereabouts we think we might have leverets hidden in their single spots, perhaps in our rough grass patch. Daughter's 'rescue Lab' who came named Cocoa but looks more shiny conker, is naive about hunting and much else, but we need to be alert. And Ann turning over soil found a young toad buried just under, waiting for the ground frosts to abate. The high moon has presided.
I do Philip, alas I am heedless of her kind help too often in my hurry to be ahead, I keep thinking about leverets instead... I know they are there... they probably know even more so that I am too, for nought but babes they are mighty courageous and quiet, staying low and silent as I pass, so much so I never catch sight nor sound of them... though I am hopeful - always.
Frosty mornings have not been a problem worthy of thought up here on the hill, the wind has been brisk enough to thwart the cold, although I notice on several consecutive mornings in the shelter of the valley a brush stroke of white again...
I was thinking just this morning about my friend toad... if he is still alive under the fifth step up to the front door. If he survived the winter he will be eight years old this year.
During the week I was drawn, by warm sunshine and curious ears to an old quarry, long abandoned and nw filled with water, there I found many hundreds of frogs, all singing at once! The sound was extraordinary. 🎶
I wish you pleasant sounds and spring warmth from a rather dreary Sunday afternoon in France.
Thank you Susie. Cold wind today despite from the West. Bright with hefty showers piling into the hills. Awful dry down here though for weeks. Wishing you all the time in the world for your break from work. Good news that laidback medic was able to conjure up!
PS Daughter yesterday saw and heard a flock of fieldfares going north; they may have been delayed a bit this year.
Such beautiful words, thankyou
Thank you Hayley, I am so glad you enjoyed them. 💛
Susie, if you’re not hugging your animals, then you’re not giving them the chance to hug you back.
What is a “wild leek”? How big is it? What do you do with it?
x🐾
Lovely! And in exactly the same boat, my love!! Hugs and blessings and tons of love to you. A sweet word and beautiful pictures from you soothe my jittered and jangled psyche.
I wanted to point it out, had anyone else not yet, a beautiful and sweet moment in one of your pictures. That very first picture, the one you captioned, "where black ears play and cherry blossom grows," just to the left of the middle of the picture, right at the top edge, there is somewhat of a heart shape floating there, which is a happy delight.
Thank you for your wonderful words. XO
PS: send pie! I LOVE lemon meringue
Ahh Danielle, just as I posted this and the page that asks if you would like to share your post with the world popped up, I looked at that photo and saw exactly the little heart you speak of... you are the only person to have noticed it. I doubt that's a coincidence given our mutually caring work with young humans either, do you? I think it is more two kindred souls walking the same path in this world just in different places.... Bless you 💛
I hope you are not so jittered and jangled that you still have time for you lovely one, that spring is delighting you in the gaps between, I hope my own love and thanks land in one of them... xox
PS If I could send you Lemon Meringue Pie I would do so with love and yellow heart hidden inside!
Well, I don't believe in coincidence at all. I believe in synchronicities. Likely, yeah, because we have hearts of gold, which are needed for our work.
It has been hard carving out time for myself between work and college life, but I am able to find a few minutes to care for myself. I appreciate the well wishes from my Soul twin on the other side of the world. And right back atcha, sweetie.
I used to make lemon meringue pie all the time when I was a kid. I make lemonade pie now and it's delicious - sort of the same thing, but without the meringue, just a dollop of whipped cream. So yummy!! XO
Beautiful writing. A lovely read, thank you 💚
Melissa, I am so filled with gratitude to hear that, thank you so much for reading 💛🍃
You and your hill have fashioned such a lovely and peaceful place of pilgrimage, and oh, the rewards of making that trek there with you every week. Wishing you hours to romp with the hares and feel a soft rain of blossoms upon your skin, Susie. x
Carmine nothing could make me smile more broadly than knowing you, who reaps with equal joy, can see and feel the rewards through my ramblings here, my heartfelt thanks for reading, I wish you a soft and blossom filled Sunday with just the perfect amount of spring zest in the air too. xx
Our approach to spring sounds quite similar this year, Susie. I find myself pretty exhausted, frustrated that none of the house-straightening that I always think I'll get done in winter managed to get done, uninspired by cooking, and a bit on the pessimistic side what with the huge mess coming from my home country. Sigh...I hope you can take good advantage of your holidays.
I fear mine is not about to change with two April showery weeks ahead Betty, two holiday weeks to boot! How utterly typical of the weather to change just in time for days off - I am struggling to hide my disgruntlement! Worse it leaves no excuse for not cleaning away all those winter webs and dust bunnies that are lurking so quietly and now un-prettilly in every corner... urgh!
I have just returned from a quick trip to the super market, horrified at the price of one bag of shopping although some small relief at the price of diesel. I feel we are not winning the poverty battle though and yes, sadly this is not going to be helped by a certain madman.
Il faut faire avec je crois! Bon dimanche... x
Yes, our daughter is down here from Paris for the whole week and I wish we were having last week! On the bright side, weather forecasts are not that predictable 2 weeks out — the second week might turn around
I hope you're right Betty, I already have cabin fever!
Enjoy your week with your daughter, mine arrives at Capdenac on Friday! I am ridiculously excited!
I hope you get time to rejuvenate over the holidays! Your lemon meringue pie looks amazing - very goddessesque I would say! I ran out of steam last night on the cooking front so my husband resorted to one of his favourites: egg mayo rolls. I don't share his enthusiasm for that gourmet delight so had salad, lol.
Thanks Lynn, sadly and very typically, the beautiful spring weather we've just been treated to over the last 10 days has degraded drastically into April showers, chilly winds and low cloud. It is uninspiring to say the least and worse leaves no excuse to not sort jumble sale remnants either... grrrr! It I at least quiet here though, a blessing in itself after the last bonkers weeks in class!
I hope spring has landed up on your island, we are now dressed fully in luminous green here. 💚
PS I am not a big fan of eggs unless heavily disguised in cake!
We’ve also had a period of glorious sunshine and pleasant temperatures, but, like you, we are sliding back into colder days.
These changes in the weather are more predicable than the seasons are aren’t they!
It's just madness!
Hope you get to rest and recharge soon. I must say, I aspire to be the kind of kitchen goddess who whips up a lemon meringue pie when out of ingredients and energy to cook!
Bless you Stephanie, I am recharging as I type, more by force of having to due unexciting wet weather than want but it feels good to be seated for a few moments nonetheless. As for lemon meringue pie, I fear I may have been sacked as wife and mother had I not produced something a little more elaborate than plain eggs that night!
Thank you so much for being here, may your Sunday be a kind one. x
"some flowers are like lines from poems before the words even form…"
And some lines are like flowering poems before the thoughts even form. I want some lemon meringue pie to munch on when I'm reading these blossoming lines and watching this gorgeous film and thinking about the returning hares like spirits loping about in animal form. Joy upon the world as The Hill awakens.
Thanks Susie. And thanks for the kind nudge in my direction. More joy. 🙏🏽
I would send you lemon meringue pie if I thought it would make the journey in one piece Jonathan, hell, I'd send you eggs so you could rustle up your own I've that many!
There is so much gladness in these spring days, even on a rainy Sunday! If I had endless time to do so I would never stop wandering, just to not miss the excitement, especially the hares returning, not that they ever go far...
Thank you my friend, I do so appreciate you being here, I hope the nudge tweaked the interest of a few new readers for you, their loss if it didn't, fools!
“This breathless now… the now of every blooming blossom, the now of all leaves bursting, the now of forget-me-nots, buttercups, wild leeks, the now of nesting birds, their songs and bees, the now of petals, of dandelion seed heads, their wishes blown into the wind, the now of luminous airiness, warm sunshine on pale faces, the now of clouds of white umbels, the now of paying attention… the now of hope for lighter days.”
You’ve rendered me silent. 🙏
Oh Kimberly, I never wish you silenced, ever! ♥️
I'm happy your hare's have returned. Perhaps that will entice you to slow down, sit in the grass to watch them play in stealth mode.... time to step away from the hustle of everyday duties. You're too kind Susie, I would have given the boys of your household eggs and toast with a stern look of "button up" this is as good as it gets. Lol. Hugs and love.
I am a soft touch Sonya, as well you know lovely... unhappiness, no matter the source, be it eggs, or frail friends, touch my heart too deeply to say no! Damn though..; there are times when I wish I could, just once!
But yes, the hares are back and I've seen them many times since, they have changed their usual location from east fields to west fields... possibly why I had missed them for so long. A change that is no longer a worry... speak soon darling - love and light back xxx
Just reading this made me feel calm and delighted. You may be feeling agitated but your words are a pure soothe. And that first paragraph is definitely a poem.
Thanks heaps Deirdre, I have been agitated, that too-busy-to-do-anything-I-want-to-niggle turned into a giant panic of a gaping wound and I'm no bloody nurse! All is calming again now thank goodness.
“I was hoping to post a poem….. that didn’t happen”
Excuse me, I beg to differ. Come, take a walk through your poems with me. The spectacular, visual poetry of your photographs, the poetic ambience, “Where black ears play and cherry blossom glows”
Sheperd’s Purse , “some flowers are like lines from poems before the words even form…”
The poem, “beneath..”;“This breathless now…”
“The now of hope for lighter days.” And every line between.
The poem, “And cherry blossom, I surrender…”
“…and galloping much longed for colour.” And every line in between.
The olfactory enlightenment, the poetic feast for the senses ;“lemon meringue pie”.
Sometimes, the most beautiful poems are hidden within sentences. I have no doubt that Robert Frost would agree. And Mary Oliver. Ah, I have a diagnosis , you have not had the time to surrender yourself to your hill.
“Once I saw an angel in the mist…I miss her…”
May is just around the corner, she will be home soon, and your world will change. In the meantime, wish I could stop by, knock on your front door and politely ask ~ Can Susie come out to play?
Finally I am here... I know, I said yesterday and I have no idea what happened to yesterday, the hours were washed down the courtyard by the torrential rain and hail perhaps?
How strange a truth it is that often we don't see what's written until the words are pointed out by another or others, that they seem simply to be the rambling's of a tired soul that hasn't been out to play in too long. A fact that has yet to be remedied given the weather - although, today I feel the beginnings of cabin fever, the flaring of nostrils at the slightest provocation, the sharp retorts at unnecessary questions so despite unruly weather and lawless clouds I know I will walk anyway, my hands will be held up in surrender to the elements, I will be soaked through to my skinny bones but it will fee like a glorious cure - I will at last be breathing evenly again!
You are a sharp eyed lady dear Lor, and I reckon both Robert Frost and Mary Oliver would agree with that too!
Thank you for the invitation, I accept with pleasure... would you like me to bring lemon meringue pie? xx
Sending spring green love back to you Susie. Your writing delights me with every word- as ever. I hope your exhaustion passes and you continue to find joy in nature every day. The lemon meringue pies of my childhood, made with love by my mother, have never been replicated. I hope yours was a triumph! I can taste it in my imagination. And hares- oh joy!
Thank you so much for your kind words Linda, they mean the world to me, especially at times like this when life's responsibilities take precedent and time for writing is so limited, your reassuring response is deeply appreciated.
Sadly the holidays have begun with rather a lot of rain, it was much needed, a fact I am trying to consolidate myself with and the hope that it remembers to stop very soon!
The hares have been making their presence known and delighting my every walk since that first sighting, aren't they beautiful, such elegant and mystical creatures - oh joy indeed!
I hope your Sunday was filled with smiles, many thanks again... 💛x
Thanks Susie. I am always grateful to see your name in my inbox. Many blessings.
As I am yours Matthew, though I am a little behind it is a fact about to be remedied by wonderful school holidays! May your Sunday be blessed with spring gorgeousness! Thank you 🙏🏼
Oh you do have a gardener, the moon has her phases in the dark but comes back renewed.
Hereabouts we think we might have leverets hidden in their single spots, perhaps in our rough grass patch. Daughter's 'rescue Lab' who came named Cocoa but looks more shiny conker, is naive about hunting and much else, but we need to be alert. And Ann turning over soil found a young toad buried just under, waiting for the ground frosts to abate. The high moon has presided.
I do Philip, alas I am heedless of her kind help too often in my hurry to be ahead, I keep thinking about leverets instead... I know they are there... they probably know even more so that I am too, for nought but babes they are mighty courageous and quiet, staying low and silent as I pass, so much so I never catch sight nor sound of them... though I am hopeful - always.
Frosty mornings have not been a problem worthy of thought up here on the hill, the wind has been brisk enough to thwart the cold, although I notice on several consecutive mornings in the shelter of the valley a brush stroke of white again...
I was thinking just this morning about my friend toad... if he is still alive under the fifth step up to the front door. If he survived the winter he will be eight years old this year.
During the week I was drawn, by warm sunshine and curious ears to an old quarry, long abandoned and nw filled with water, there I found many hundreds of frogs, all singing at once! The sound was extraordinary. 🎶
I wish you pleasant sounds and spring warmth from a rather dreary Sunday afternoon in France.
Thank you Susie. Cold wind today despite from the West. Bright with hefty showers piling into the hills. Awful dry down here though for weeks. Wishing you all the time in the world for your break from work. Good news that laidback medic was able to conjure up!
PS Daughter yesterday saw and heard a flock of fieldfares going north; they may have been delayed a bit this year.