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House and garden of long shadows.

Descending the stairs for breakfast .......... ..................I'm struck how the house has become full of shadows. The walls are painted with shadows. I have reached the kitchen, and my mind turns to breakfast. Fresh Pineapple ............ to start with? Some milk from the jug, for my cereal............ and then maybe........ ............. a few rows of knitting. What a beautiful day............... I should not be inside knitting.......... ....... I should be outside, watching the leaves falling, enjoying the sun on my face. Out the door, into the sunshine. A little light watering. My thoughts turn to coffee........... ......... and a little sit-down. Maybe this chair is better ...........? .......... no, this one is definately more comfortable! And.............. Relax!

The colour of hope.

Yesterday, I had a telephone conversation with a friend who I had not spoken to for about a year. As the conversation progressed, it slowly emerged that some terrible things had happened in that year, and I just happened to call when she was finally managing to emerge from a dark time, feeling very fragile. With my friends fragility lingering in my mind, I was thinking about my post for today............ I suddenly remembered a series of photographs I took a few weeks ago, which took on a whole new symbolism. A tree growing strong in the ruins of a house. At the time, there seemed something magical about a tree growing in a house, a house that is tumbling down. It was marvelous that something so strong and positive was emerging from something as sad as a house slowly disintegrating. In the light of yesterdays conversation, the fragile shadow on the sunset gold wall, cast by a strong little tree, seems ..........well, perfect symbolism. Yesterday I confidently proclaimed that I was going to go to town on colour in this blog. Then I started to worry about making such a statement, and that it was potentially quite restricting......... the more I thought about the task I had set myself, the more I felt ill-prepared and shackled. So I think the best thing in a situation like this is to come clean and regret my rather grand ideas, and admit that maybe I was getting above myself! So while I do love colour, and it is a good salve on grey days, I may actually just celebrate the colour grey, rather than fighting it with colour. After all, this blog isn't meant to be about 'fighting', it's about enjoying life..............