Author: Anny
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Concentrating…
It’s lovely to see that people are still coming over to visit Mostly Motley, but having tried various combinations, I’ve now decided to concentrate my blogging over at Dreaming in Stitches for everything that’s not history related and Mists of Time for fellow history junkies out there. Please do come over and visit either – or both…
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Events & emotions…
I’ve been a bit quieter than normal around here. Nothing dramatic, just too many events and emotions getting in the way. The weeks before Christmas are not my favourite. A show-reel of ‘the perfect Christmas’ plays on a loop in my head, with an accompanying voice-over insisting that this is the way it should be, and it…
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Out of spirits…
We’ve had an anxious few days – Delinquent Dog has been poorly. Our quiet domestic routine has been disrupted and there haven’t been any woodland walks for a couple of days – funny how quickly that puts me out of balance. The days have felt much longer than they usually do, and by evening I’ve…
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Autumn colours…
I was beginning to feel a bit cheated by Mother Nature this autumn – what had she done with all the traditional colours? Around here, the reddy-golds have been in very short supply. But today I realised there were other little gems to discover… The bracken fronds were dripping with diamonds… Hips were doing an…
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Merrily, Merrily, Merrily…
Oh Phil… I have a bone to pick with Phil Rickman’s publishers. What do they think they’re doing publishing the latest Merrily Watkins novel at such a busy time of year? Now my poor family are going to have to fend for themselves and the tapestry is going to be neglected, while I immerse myself…
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Turning brown…
We seem to be having an odd autumn around here. I watched our local avenue of horse-chestnuts change from green to dusty brown without stopping at all in any part of the yellow/gold spectrum. Red seems to have been missed out almost completely – except for the holly berries which are trying very hard to…
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Last week we…
Is it me, or do these school holidays seem to come around faster and faster? Last week was a bit of a whirlwind. Number Two daughter was in Paris on a school trip until Friday, so Number One daughter and I went around and about. We managed a trip to London – culture and shopping…
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First frost…
Well I admit it was only just a frost, nothing terribly dramatic, but the first of the autumn around here. In fact by the time the delinquent dog and I made it out this morning, the sun was blazing and the frost almost gone – it is a beautiful day now, a true autumn glory.…
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Sitting…
Some days are for sitting and looking out of the window… today may be just such a one. Window at Tretower Court, Powys, Wales. -)O(-
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Childish excitement…
Hands up those of you who can honestly say you don’t sneak the occasional conker into your pocket at this time of year. I’m sure I’m not the only adult who still gets a little thrill finding a new glossy brown conker on the ground – a split-second regression to playgrounds and autumns past… My…
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Time…
I’m fascinated by the ways in which we visualise time, especially the passage of time. Although we’re used to seeing circular clock faces, with the hands turning round, ending up back were they begin, I suspect that many of us think of time passing as a linear progression – from now to then will be…
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What a difference a week makes…
First there was this little chap poking up in the hedgerow… Soon he was joined by these little poppets… And then, just a few days later, they looked like this… That’s the original chap on the right. Now joined by all those babies. Less than a week and such a transformation. I walk the dog…
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