That was the week that was!

Photo of the Day

23.02.08

The Beach @ Skinningrove this morning!

ON A WINDY DAY

by: Anne Bronte (1820-1849)

My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring
And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;
For above and around me the wild wind is roaring,
Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing,
The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;
The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing,
The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky

I wish I could see how the ocean is lashing
The foam of its billows to whirlwinds of spray;
I wish I could see how its proud waves are dashing,
And hear the wild roar of their thunder to-day!

Wilma and I had the beach to ourseles today and as the tide was out it was ideal for our morning exercise.

We have two balls and I throw one as far as I can for Wilma to run and fetch. As she approaches me with the ball I throw the other ball in the opposite direction, repeating the exercise yet again. We do this for at least 30 minutes. Today we did 40 minutes. I run with Wilma too, so we were both quite tired by the time we finished.

We kept close to the cliffs today.

The weather was so windy!

Here you can see Wilma's fur being buffeted by the wind. At one point I figured we both must have looked a funny sight. The wind was so powerful it was blowing us along! I was standing in a diaganol fashion, against the wind with my hair flowing in mid air. It is a good job I had it in bunches, but we must have looked so funny. Wilma in the meantime was being blown over the beach! Although I had my camera with me at the time because the sand was being whipped up by the wind I didn't want to get the sand inside the camera, so my description will have to suffice!

It has been a busy week.

The church was full for Ian Dutton's funeral, a true reflection of the respect and affection he held by those around him. I made a sympathy card using dried flowers as I knew how much Ian loved the countryside.

I included some words which I thought were very apt.

Death leaves a heartache
no one can heal,
love leaves a memory
no one can steal.

The following day I had a Christening Card commission to do. The light isn't particularly good on the picture, but it will give you an idea of the design.

I am busy at the moment with four wedding commissions. All quite different and once the invitations are finalised I will share them here

All of these life events reminded me of the words of Turn, Turn, Turn by The Byrds

To every thing, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones
A time to gather stones together
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace
A time to refrain from embracing
To everything, turn, turn, turn
There is a season, turn, turn, turn
And a time to every purpose under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear it's not too late

Jon is also busy. He is working today but I am not sure about tomorrow, we will just have to wait and see....

Watch this space!

NB....SUNDAY 8.45AM

Rumour has it we are going out on the motorbike this afternoon.......so I will be in search for my "F"!