Kindness, thoughtfulness and friendship are surely three of life's most precious transactions.
One morning this week (in between rain & earthquakes) we discovered the Postie had cycled passed and left real letters in our letterbox!
There is nothing quite like real mail, don't you agree?
Even better, amidst the bundle of envelopes, was a wee parcel from Threadbear Cottage.
I carried it carefully out to Lucy with my morning coffee & savoured every second of my sweet gift.
Some people are just such fine & thoughtful gift givers & others, not so much.
What an absolute blessing this little parcel was.
With orders pressing & much to be done Julie had still found the time to stitch a special vintage blanket bunting for our lovely girl.
LIFE IS A
The lovely gardeners soap, so sweetly fragrant, fills up the whole space with it's fresh presence.
About seeing who another really is.
All my life I have been a Cinderella, unnoticed by those I lived amongst.
It's a very lonely way to live, like you're just plain wrong, a nuisance, The Problem.
To open a parcel like this filled with kind words, friendship & care & to be seen, really seen is the most precious gift there ever was.
Thank you so much Julie, my friend.
Thank you too for all of you who visit & share this journey with me.
Thank you for seeing me & your comments & emails & contact & sharing your life snippets with me in return.
Here are some daffodils for you.
I celebrate each one of you.
I am so grateful that Rob is so clever at fixing things.
Signs of real spring are everywhere..
..buddleia brings the butterflies out to play.
I visited with my friend Ruth again on Thursday before she heads away for a month,
leaving the plums to blossom valiantly in her absence.
We scampered over the wee creek down the back into the Secret Garden..
Such an amazing legacy left by a very fine man.
We don't always think of that, do we, that when we plant good things, good seeds, we leave a legacy for those to come after us, that will bless & enrich their lives; perhaps even for generations.
Daffodils are made of sunshine.
I shared them around my little neighbourhood.
I said to Audrey "Audrey when I was picking these I was thinking of you & how I bought you daffodils when you were in hospital last year (she couldn't get up one day: Parkinsons) here I am again with daffodils & look how far you've come in that year!"
We both smiled.
Last week in the rain I picked roses. Some of them have flowered all winter..amazing things!
The camelia is Scentuous.
They have been very glad of all our rain, as have the violets.
"Cheery Wishes to a Shut-In"
The original get well card?
And just one wee question before I go..do you think Cinderella might have changed her name, you know...after the ball? At least I have my golden carriage, her name is LUCY!
Thank you so much for visiting.
With very much love & friendship.