2020: weeks 3 and 4...

16th January:
I struggle to get away from work much before 8 each evening, so it was a treat to get home at this time...courtesy of having given a colleague a lift!

17th January:

Didn't manage to take a photo today. Long day, dark in the morning and dark getting home. Looking forward to longer days and brighter skies.

18th January:

Weekend brought some time to get outside. I am amazed at how much is growing already. Much of it never really died down. There are already long shoots on the clematis, which I am hoping to train over the bamboo hoops, there are lots of bulbs shooting and the perennials I planted last summer are all looking as though they are growing well. Hoping for more colour soon.

19th January:

January is marmalade-making season. Mum made marmalade every year and it is something of a habit in my house too. I suppose it is slightly ridiculous. I am here on my own and I don't eat it that often but there is something about filling the house with that citrusy aroma and the sight of a row of sunshine in jars that feels familiar and comforting.

20th January:

A book of reflections. Nightly soul searching of a sort. 

21st January:

Waiting for thick ice on the car windscreen to defrost before going to work...

22nd and 23rd January:

Oh dear. Hadn't even registered I had missed these days until i checked the photos. Bad week!

24th January:

I'm a lover. How about you? Almost as comforting as marmalade. Another thing that I think has hardly changed for as long as I can remember. I love this sticky, salty spread on buttered toast. Makes me feel like a child. and I love the distinctive chubby little brown pot too. No mistaking it on the shelf.

25th January:

The smell of this bubbling pan is so good... Cinnamon, ginger, black pepper, cloves and cardamom, with tea added for a fragrant, lightly spicy tea. I like it without milk or sweetening but you can add a splash of milk and sugar or honey. I have read it is good for you, not sure what the evidence is for that really but it is warming and delicious. Which does it for me!

26th January:

First daffodils of the year. A little sunshine in my kitchen...

27th January:

Slow progress with the temperature blanket - interesting revisiting last years weather highs and lows, 14C in early February! I can't decide if I am liking this or not. There are inevitably a few days when the temperatures are similar so it doesn't feel as balanced as colour mixes usually are but as it grows the colours recur more often so I am hoping it balances out. As i have already pulled it out once, I am going to complete it this time! Worst case scenario, if I'm not keen it will be a spare blanket upstairs. When I'm cold I'm less fussed about colour!

28th January:

Difficult day for lots of reasons. Had to face some demons and found myself questioning my place in the world. Then came home to find this in the post. From a dear friend who has no idea how much this meant. May just have saved my sanity for another day.

Working hard on positivity. Not always easy.

Sx

2020: week 2...

9th January :
Arriving home from work at 9pm. The courtyard is lit by a lamppost and my neighbour's lights. Just sometimes, think it would be lovely not to come home to a dark, empty house...

10th January:

Early start, walking the riverside path to the station for a trip to London...

11th January:

Team turn out on a Saturday for CBT training. Enhancing NHS care in our own time...

12th January:

Trust me, this tasted much nicer than it looked! I have pledged to reduce food waste. I rarely throw food out but I do have a cupboard full of 'bought for a recipe once' ingredients. So I have decided to avoid buying anything but fresh foods for now and to use the contents of my store cupboard, then only replace what I need. This was millet porridge, with cinnamon apples and pears. Warming start to the day! 

13th January:

Slightly odd gesture from a visitor. But it is nice to have flowers in the house, so accepted with grace. I hope.

14th January:

Both my Mum and Nannie had these tea cosies. Mum's was another of those things I can't remember not being there. And having made countless pots of tea there in the summer (what is it about us Brits?! Kettle on every time anyone arrived - I made tea for family, doctors, nurses, even the man that came to cut the grass!) it really does do it's job and definitely keeps the tea hot long enough for that second cup. So I fished some wool out of my stash and knocked this up in a couple of hours. 

15th January:

Ending the day with lemon and ginger tea while I crochet a few squares...

Hope your year is starting with health, happiness and enjoyable moments.

S x

2020: week 1...

I'm not sure what I think of 'mindfulness' in the way it seems to have become a mantra for survival. But maybe thats because I have the concentration span of a gnat and am easily distracted. However, I do think there is something to be said for noticing the small stuff and trying to get life in some kind of perspective. And to be honest, it was one of the things I first thought was helpful about Blogland - yes, there are certainly some sites where life appears to be a bit idyllic but a) we all have a choice about what we choose to read and b) maybe a bit of reflection on what gives pleasure in our own lives helps us to realise some balance. I am a bit of an 'over thinker' with a definite tendency to anxiety and it is very easy to become dragged down by life and worries. So...this year I have resolved to take a photo a day - however small a thing. Of course I have already taken more than one a day! But I am also resolving to be disciplined and just select one that represents something that gave me a lift or made me feel more hopeful. I may not manage it but I will give it a go!

1st January:

A long walk on New Year's Day, snowdrops out already! This makes me feel optimistic about longer, brighter days and I'm trying not to think that our warming planet might be resulting in the early blooms!

2nd January:

I started practising yoga again a couple of months ago. Did it years ago but changes in working commitments made it impossible to keep the class up. Then recently I came across a series of videos that have re-sparked my enthusiasm. And I haven't missed a day since. I think it allows me some escape time when I have to concentrate on what I'm doing. Or fall over! And already I am sure I am stronger, with better balance, if still a long way to go in the flexibility stakes! Enjoying using my daisy blanket again too.

3rd January:

I was lucky to get lots of books at Christmas. Enjoying escaping into the pages of this gentle, reflective prose at night time. 

4th January:

Sweet peas planted in my cold frame. Mum loved sweet peas and I am hoping to have fragrant flowers all summer. Painted Lade and King Edward VII. Fingers crossed.

5th January:

My parents led a complicated life. Which resulted in Mum spending many of her last weeks and months with Dad absent. Some of my father's behaviour I struggle to forgive. But then I remind myself that Mum always forgave him everything - I think she was one of the few people I knew who loved unconditionally. And when he arrived back, she always made cake. So I went to the house and baked in her kitchen and left cake for him to come home to.

6th January:

Last year I started a 'temperature blanket' with colours assigned to the highest and lowest recorded temperatures each day. I began with double crochet stripes but realised by mid February that 730 rows was going to make a blanket big enough to carpet my living room! I sort of lost interest and then other stuff took over but I was quite fascinated by tracking the weather all year and slightly surprised by how mild 2019 was in Norwich. Less than 25 sub zero nights and mild high teens days in February and October. Having accumulated a lot of yarn for the blanket, seemed a shame not to complete it. So I have started again, with these little squares, one for each day with the centre two rounds the low temperature of the day and the outer round the highest. We'll see how it pans out. But quite enjoying getting my hook out again.

7th January:

A rainbow notebook to jot down random thoughts at bed time - trying to empty my head of unhelpful thoughts that have a habit of keeping me awake at night. Underneath is a blanket Mum made. She started it many years ago when she had a brass bedstead. She had almost finished it other than a very flouncy border fit for a 1980s bedroom! When she was so ill in the summer she found it and I promised I would finish it for her. I did try the border but it was really not my thing and when Mum died, I decided it would be better to add a simpler border and use the blanket that finish as intended and not like the look of it on my bed. Although plain cream is not usually my thing, it is actually quite restful and I am glad it is in use after all these years. Hope Mum would approve.

8th January:

Mum had a massive plant - she called it a 'Tree of happiness' though I think more usually it is called a 'Money Tree'. It was huge and very healthy. It must have been 50 years old - I can't remember it not being there and we were determined to save it from my Dad's neglect. But within a few weeks it was reduced to a shrivelled trunk and a handful of leaves. I rescued the leaves and potted them up, hoping to salvage the 'daughters' of the original for myself and my sisters. One is finally sending up new leaves and I can't tell you how pleased I am with this tiny plant. Hoping the other two grow too but if not, maybe in time I can propagate from this one and we can all have a bit of Mum's plant.

Baby steps into 2020.

S x

Reflections and moving forward...

I am left with a strange sense of not knowing how to remember 2019. There were trips to Edinburgh, Harrogate, Canterbury, London and Bristol - each with special moments with friends and family. Walks on sunny days and crisp cold days. Gardens and galleries. A homecoming, an engagement and a graduation.

And the loss of the family anchor, whose quiet strength was much more the glue to our family than any of us realised, my dear Mum...

She is missed every day. And I have to remind myself she is with us every day too. I see her in the mirror, I hear her in my voice; she is in my rituals - my knitting and my baking, even the household chores. You don't realise how much of a 'way of doing' you absorb without even realising. The void has been huge over the last week - she was a keeper of Christmas traditions and the focus of family gatherings. Some I continue because it feels wrong not to, others I can't manage without her. Or at least, not yet.

And as this new year starts, with 5 months gone by, I know she would want me to find positives. So today, much like last year, I walked. And found blue skies and early snowdrops. 

Redefining life with familiarity, step by step.

S