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#A Bump or Two

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“They say a person needs just three things to be truly happy in this world: someone to love, something to do, and something to hope for.”
Tom Bodett

It’s been a tiresome week in many ways and I have a way to go before things smooth out again. So, in the words or a tiresome ad during the winter months it’s time for me to “soldier on!”

There’s nothing dramatic happening really, I’ve simply let myself get really tired and that is one of the worst things someone with Chronic anything can do. For the first time I can remember I’ve given myself permission to take it easy without beating myself up. It’s a strange feeling and it takes a little getting used to.

I actually slept on and off for most of the day. I’m surprised we don’t have sunshine in the middle of the night, or moonlight and darkness at noon. That’s how unusual this is. It’s also the first time I’ve been so well looked after, cosseted even.

#A Bump or Two

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Now I’m about to drift off again smelling my favourite Bluebells….. I’ll try to pop back online and put the link to Cee’s #Share Your Week challenge.  Until then, I have a beautiful Earl Grey cup of tea, a nice Digestive biscuit and I might just try to focus on a page or two of Diana Gabaldon’s “Cross Stitch”.

If I’m missing for a wee while you know where I’ll be……zzzzzz.

Blessings, Susan ♥

© Susan Jamieson 2014

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“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.”
L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

North York moors

North Yorkshire moors, courtesy of wonderfulwhitby.co.uk

I was asked today what sights, sounds or scents were evocative of the place which I thought of as the most special place of all.  Its something I’ve often given a lot of thought to since I came here as a teenager, oh so many years ago.  Yet, after all this time it is a relatively easy question to answer. This is my home now. It will always be my home. I have lived here longer than ever I was in the country of my  birth and my family are here. How could anywhere else be home?

Yet for all that, my “soul home”, the place where I belong, is still in England. There is something there which, whilst I love Australia and will never leave here, still draws me to those “unquiet shores”.   So what are those memory triggers which send me back to the land of my birth?

The sight of the heather in full bloom, such a rich deep purple, and so high that when you lay down you are surrounded by a thick prickly carpet of purple flowers.  Surrounded by the sounds of birdsong, the rustle in the heather as my dog burrows his way through, and the sight of those lazy cotton ball clouds floating serenely  across the eggshell blue sky.

Then there was my favorite ‘go to ‘place during the spring, when the trees where budding and their leaves just unfurling. The oaks were my favorite. There was a place, Chelodean, a reservoir where during the second world war anti aircraft batteries were built. They had been boarded and blocked up for years, but they were still there and you could see the external walls.  permanent reminder of days gone by.   Best of all was the carpet of bluebells under the trees.

bluebells under trees

Bluebells flowering underneath the trees, courtesy of  nationBaltrust.org.uk

Perhaps one of the greatest memory triggers is seeing a Border Collie. I had a beautiful dog, my best friend, who followed me on my ramblings every day. He would scrabble through the heather or chase the butterflies through the bluebells, but he never chased the rabbits, although he looked longingly at them from time to time.

Border collie

Border Collie, courtesy of sciforums.com

So, in many ways there is no simple way to explain what the sights, sounds or scents were, since they were all a jumble of the burgeoning spring days after the cold and bleak winters. Although, after saying that I did enjoy my winter wonderland, despite its cold winds and wet feet.  Perhaps that’s the benefit of looking back, we see the happy memories and replay the happy scenes.

Yet for all that I will remember the heather prickling into my back under the clouds and the smell of crushed bluebells under me and their gentle heads nodding in the soft breeze.

“Oh, to be in England
Now that April’s there,
And whoever wakes in England
Sees, some morning, unaware,
That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf
Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf,
While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough
In England – now!!”
Robert Browning
Home Thoughts from Abroad.

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