Showing posts with label poem walk Spring Hipstamatic iPhone Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem walk Spring Hipstamatic iPhone Photography. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 April 2011

Flora, Mother's Day

Flora, Mother's Day by boo *
 a photo by boo * on Flickr.
I'm overjoyed to have my camera back again! So here is my celebratory shot for Mother's Day. It's been a great weekend - relaxing in the bar at the golf club whilst Flora had her lesson - collecting my fab awning for my Bell Tent from good camping buddy Maureen, meeting up with my Mum today and eating, several helpings, of her wonderful deep fried won tons in sweet and sour sauce. Yummm - and most of all, spending the day with sweet Flora. I wish Ella could have been here today - but I did get to glimpse my boys for slightly more than 5 seconds!! Happy Mother's Day to all mums out there. xxxx

Monday, 7 March 2011

Welcome to my new blog!

iPhone, Hipstamatic app. Explored on Flickr!

Inspired by my friend Natasha, I've finally started a new blog. The old one was tired and I didn't like it! The college I work at closed this morning following a prolonged power cut - and what a day to be sent home! The sun was shining and Spring felt like she was really trying hard to break through the long winter. Simon came to meet me at lunch time, we visited our new allotment and then walked on with the dogs to Mousehold Heath. We had a hastily thrown together picnic before walking home.

For the start of this new blog, I'm going to welcome you with these wonderful, 20 blessings.



May the best hour of the day be yours.
May luck go with you from hill to sea.
May you stand against the prevailing wind.
May no forest intimidate you.
May you look out from your own eyes.
May near and far attend you.
May you bathe your face in the sun’s rays.
May you have milk, cream, substance.
May your actions be effective.
May your thoughts be affective.
May you will both the wild and the mild.
May you sing the lark from the sky.
May you place yourself in circumstance.
May you be surrounded by goldfinches.
May you pause among alders.
May your desire be infinite.
May what you touch be touched.
May the company be less for your leaving.
May you walk alone beneath the stars.
May your embers still glow in the morning.  by Thomas A Clark