Thoughts On Paper

Thoughts On Paper

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And the first day of spring, after winter has blown her last, we plant Gazania seedling, and we watch the green house slowly shift and spread and reach for the sun. And soon there will be hanging baskets overflowing with goodness and beauty, and the light will never end. #happyfirstdayofspring

"I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldnt even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories . . . The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end, because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something . . . But I think I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. That there's some good in this world . . . And it's worth fighting for." -Tolkien

Coming home, and all that old fashioned sentimentalism of candles in the windows, countrysides covered with snow, and home cooked meals, it isn't sentimentalism at all.

The light keeps dipping in and out of passing clouds, and the room falls sudden and deep into shadows before rising again in sunshine and the rainbows flickering from the prisms in the windows.

Hands in the dirt, face to the sun, hope in the heart. #greengrowingthings #rosemary

A walk in the park for a bit of fresh air to aliven the mind. We thought we must be getting used to the cold as 25° is balmy compared to -14.