Time Passing....

So here we are in the middle of August and 2019, to me, seems to be galloping by at an unseemly rate of knots!  Time - it’s such a precious thing, but seconds turn into moments, moments into hours, hours into days, and so it marches relentlessly on.  

It makes me well aware that I am now in the Autumn of my life - I feel that I should be doing more, achieving more.  As women, we have no excuses any more really - opportunities are out there for every one of us.  It seems to me that I blinked, and I went from my 50’s to my 70’s in what seems like a nano second.  I actually remember my dear mum saying exactly the same thing when she was in her 80’s.  She said that it didn’t seem very long ago that she was in her 40’s!  I didn’t take too much notice of it at the time, but, my goodness, I know just what she meant now.  

A funny story - well, I thought it was quite funny.  My youngest grandchildren are aged 11 (boy) and 9 (girl), and it’s amazing the conversations you can have with them.   Children these days seem to be so aware of everything that is going on around them in the world, and mine can speak quite intelligently on a whole range of subjects, and they certainly care about this planet of ours - what they should be eating and what they should be doing to make the world a better place.  It quite astounds me at times.  Anyway, I digress!  My grandson and I were talking about getting older, and I said that I hoped I would still be around to see him grow up.  He said, “oh, you will, Grandma”.  Then a little thought, followed by “but I don’t expect you will see me get married.”  Then he did a quick maths calculation in his head.....”no, you certainly won’t be here to see me get married!”.  (I am 72 by the way....).  

I often wonder whether time seemed to pass so quickly for previous generations, or was it a slower pace of life in those days?  Not so much pressure perhaps, although I know that they worked very hard indeed.  Just think, for example, about the harvesting that used to take days, with so many people involved out in the fields, including young children.  Whereas, now, you just have one man sitting on a 

beast of a Combine Harvester and getting the job done in a relatively short space of time.  

These days, we put our washing into the washing machine, and walk away and get on with something else.  When I was a little girl, I can remember wash day (a Monday in our house) used to take all day., and it was hard work, especially with the sheets etc, which had to be taken out of the Boiler with wooden tongs, and then put through the mangle, before hanging them on the line.  Does anyone else remember the little packets of ‘blue’ to keep the sheets white..?!

It’s funny things that you remember, isn’t it.  I can remember my mum always wearing an overall or apron whilst doing the housework - then she would change into a pretty dress before my dad came home from work!  Amazing to think of that now! 😊.  How the times have changed.  Everything is so much more casual these days.

This one made me smile, I must admit! I’m sure that’s how it really was for a lot of women!!

Well, I seem to have rambled on a bit today, so I’ll  close again for now.  See you again soon ....I’ll just leave you with this....

All pics today courtesy of Pinterest.com

Where Does The Time Go?!

I see that I last wrote a Blog Post on the 21st March, and here we are, almost at the end of April.....my goodness, time passes so much more quickly than it used to.  I suppose it must be because everyone seems to lead such busy lives these days.  I’m sure I’m not the only one that would just like to hold back time. So if that Magic Geni with the lamp suddenly appeared in front of me, that would certainly be one of my three wishes. My second wish would be for my mum and dad to return just for a moment in time, so that I could ask them all the questions I never got round to asking when they were still alive - and my third wish?  It would have to be that all my little family would have healthy and contented lives.

I’ve decided to post a few photos of my garden today - all these photos were taken in the last couple of weeks, and you can see that it has suddenly burst into life once again.  Am I the only one to feel really thankful at the start of each new Season?  Thankful that I am still here to see new life appearing everywhere and to take in the beauty of the garden at this time of year.

One thing is for sure - life is very fragile and precious.  You only have to look at the atrocity that occurred in Sri Lanka 🇱🇰 on Easter Sunday.  Easter Sunday of all days.  But then that is why that day was chosen by the terrorists, to cause maximum death and bloodshed with so many people attending  Church Services.  Of course, they also targeted the tourists, which has happened so many times before, elsewhere in the world. Families sitting down for breakfast, and in an instant, half of the family was blown away. These attacks are always indiscriminate- no-one is immune.  I’m thinking here of the Billionaire who lost three of his teenage children.  Wouldn’t he give away every penny, just to be able to hold his children in his arms again?  How do families recover from such terrible losses?  It just doesn’t bear thinking about, does it?

That’s why I always say “I love you” to my children and grandchildren, whenever I see them, or whenever I message them.  You can never say it too often and you can never love them enough.  Never.

I hope you have enjoyed the little snapshot of my garden today, and I’ll be in touch again soon.  Look after yourselves,  wherever you are reading this.

This last image courtesy of Pinterest.com

This And That, Some Memories And A Few Photos.

Good morning peeps.  It is I - had you forgotten me?!  I see my last post was dated the 25th June - eeeek! Where did that time go, and here we are approaching the month of August. 

I seem to remember as a child that August was always a wonderful month, full of sunshine and blue skies, sundresses and sandals, swimming and donkey rides, lying on the grass watching the fluffy clouds float by overhead, and picking out shapes. 

I do feel lucky in that I think our childhoods (for people of a certain age!) were much more relaxed, and yes, with less expected of us. We were allowed to be children and to enjoy those precious years. 

We were being blessed with a lovely Summer this year, over here in heavenly Devon, but as soon as the children broke up from school, yes, you've guessed it, the sun disappeared and the rains came. Hopefully the sun will return. 

In fact, it had been so hot, that my daughter suggested putting up a pool in the back garden. The little ones had a wonderful time! 

Since I last posted, my grandson had his 9th birthday and will soon be as tall as me! 

I was taken out for a very special lunch, as part of my on-going 70th birthday celebrations, and this week, another friend is taking me to the Theatre. I do love these 'big' birthdays !

And, of course, I've been on some lovely walks by the coast here in heavenly Devon. 

My two daughters and their families are all together in Ibiza at the moment. It makes me happy, as a mum, to know that they're making memories together with their own families. 

I can't end without also posting a photo of my beautiful eldest granddaughter, who is also spending the Summer in Ibiza, before she returns to Uni in Madrid at the end of August.

So then, I feel very blessed.  Blessed to be able to do the things I do, and blessed with a loving family and some very special friends. 

I hope that you are all doing well at the moment and I'll see you again soon.