I’ve been looking back over this year and all the photos I’ve taken
In the garden
Crochet – 2 unfinished projects and some test squares below but they look lovely and colourful. I haven’t always had time to pick up my hook but I still love it when I do. I don’t make resolutions but I do intend to make more time for hooking in 2015!
The view from the top of the hill over the last 12 months and 4 seasons
Miss Tara, lovely happy bundle of fun, a delightful companion ❤
Cakes and baking, food and produce from the garden
Places I visited; clockwise from top left, Inverness, Liverpool, Skipton, Liverpool (the interior of the Central Library), West Kirby on the Wirral and Belfast.
Family feasts, a big birthday and some music making which I was proud to be part of
Let’s hope 2015 will bring lots of goodness to all, Happy New Year!
September was a great month for weather, still warm and dry, so there was much gardening; new potatoes were dug up and I harvested the first fruits from my plum tree. I made plum gin, ready for Christmas with luck! Earlier this summer, I had laid my hook down for a short break but I got back into the swing of crochet again, with restful afternoons in the sun hooking away. Tara is so changed now from the timid, chubby little indoor cat who came here last December – she has lost 1.3 kilos and adores being outside. It’s lovely to see her so being so confident and healthy.
Goodbye September, you were grand!
A baby blanket in scarlet, cream and green, a present for my friend’s new baby, I was inspired by her name in my choice of colours, and made it flowery and frilly, just like all beautiful baby girls should be. A red flower centre, surrounded by a cream granny square with a soft green treble edge. I joined the squares together on the back using the red yarn and double crochet stitching, 16 squares in total. Then I added an edging of half treble crochet rows in red and cream and a final shell stitch row to create a frilly edge. Lovely and summery!
I can’t quite believe another month has flown by, it only seems like last week that I wrote my February review! But March is already over, a hectic month for me with lots of work and not much play at all, the weather played tricks with blue sky and sun in the middle of the month and then returned to grey, foggy and cold. Here in the UK, it was Mothers Day and the clocks went forward during the last weekend of March, so at last, we have longer days and there was a bit of partying and making a fuss of my mum. Every day in March there were more and more things growing in the garden, bringing beautiful splashes of colour to the post-winter landscape and I managed to find a few welcome moments to crochet. It’s been tiring and busy, in a good, fulfilling way, but I’m glad March is over and a new month with a more relaxed feel is underway!
Just in time before the end of this month, a poem for March. I like this poem by the poet Stevie Smith very much.
I have a friend
At the end
Of the world.
His name is a breath
Of fresh air.
He is dressed in
Grey chiffon. At least
I think it is chiffon.
It has a
Peculiar look, like smoke.
It wraps him round
It blows out of place
It conceals him
I have not seen his face.
But I have seen his eyes, they are
As pretty and bright
As raindrops on black twigs
In March, and heard him say:
I am a breath
Of fresh air for you, a change
By and by.
Black March I call him
Because of his eyes
Being like March raindrops
On black twigs.
(Such a pretty time when the sky
Behind black twigs can be seen
Stretched out in one
Cambridge blue as cold as snow.)
But this friend
Whatever new names I give him
Is an old friend. He says:
Whatever names you give me
A breath of fresh air,
A change for you.
It’s good to look back over the month just passed and reflect on what has happened. January was busy but full of good friends, food and laughter. It was my birthday, Tara made herself at home and seems very happy here, the garden has had a little attention between the many bouts of rain, there’s been lots of music and I even had time for some crochet too.
2013 was an interesting year for travelling, both in the UK and abroad, both for business and pleasure. I’ve included Aberdeen, Inverness, Dundee, Edinburgh, Liverpool, Newcastle, Amsterdam and Bregenz in this collage.
This year has been a little sporadic on the crafty front. I was so busy with work for the first part of the year, and then lovely hot summer + yarn + sick cat do not go together well, then more of being busy, so I didn’t think I’d have much to review. But I did make all of these things this year, so perhaps it wasn’t quite as bad as I thought!
I’ve enjoyed finding the poems I’ve featured in my Advent and Christmas posts, and have discovered some poets and poetry new to me, a great delight. I found this poem by Emily Bronte and love its sentiment; the idea of evergreen friendship is never more apt than at the passing of an old year and the beginning of a new one when one wishes one’s friends well.
Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree —
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green.
Art imitates life, real life, today. A poem for a lovely lady who died yesterday, who I was happy to have known, and who will be missed by all whose lives she touched.
by Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.