Category: January Small Stones

January Small Stones # 16

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8am and the tiniest twinkle toed puppy is trotting along with its mummy. It’s probably a Christmas puppy on one of its very first walks and yet it is doing so well on its lead. I remember when Dido and Daisy were that size and their pads were as soft as velvet. They were summer puppies so didn’t have to put their tender paws on ground as cold as today.

This is D ‘n’D when they were that size, adorable aren’t they? This was their first walk on the beach and they were very excited but a little overwhelmed. I hope this mornings  little one soon went home for brekkie and a warm up.

January Small Stones # 12

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A twenty foot section of hedge was lost today. Devon hedge, mainly elm but with hawthorn, blackthorn, red Campion, herb Robert, ivy and nettle. At its base there is stone and it must be very old. A hundred years ago it surrounded a field used for cricket, that wouldn’t have stopped the butterflies and bugs from living happily. It’s not the first section to be taken and I wonder when will it  stop?

January Small Stones # 10

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It arrived on Christmas Eve and the aroma has become more pungent each day. A small round Camembert that lurked for a while with Stilton, Brie, Cheddar and Double Gloucester. For the last week the smell has had to be contained in a sealed box but even so it has escaped to pounce on fridge openers bombarding nasal passages. It was so strong that plans had to be made to ensure that the fridge door was open as briefly as possible. Today it had to be tackled.

I removed the outer wrapper, squidging to check it was ripe. Perfect. Re-wrapping it, I covered it with foil and popped it into a hot oven for twenty minutes.

The most divine lazy girls Tuesday tea and I notice that the smell seems to have faded as the flavour has developed!

 

 

January Small Stones # 7

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When did people start to leave cuddly toys on the graves of lost children? I’ve always found it sad to see them, fresh and new at first and then over months and years, seeing how they become weather beaten and faded. What I saw today was one of the bleakest things I have ever seen, a Christmas gift for a daughter who has passed. It was still in its box and with dew on the inside. I almost dread to see it deteriorate and wonder about the pain of the parent who left it. I hope it helps with their grief.