This is a blog about Arwen. Occasionally Angharad
the wee canoe or Stacey
the motovespa may get a small look in. Sometimes it is my family too. And this is my 'four hundredth post';
a milestone so to speak so it seems only right that I talk about my inspiration, my family.
We celebrated Dad's 75th birthday this weekend. We all met up at Mum and Dad's. My family split with the children staying at Grandad's and Gran's and me and 'her indoors'
staying one night with one sister and one night with my other sister. Respite care for us! Even my daughter managed to tear herself away from her university social life!
Gossamer cobwebs over the bushes in my sister's garden very early in the morning
We pottered around; visited a model railway shop (Dad, two hours and you only chose one thing for your pressie....two hours man! How many times can one wander around the walls of a model shop?) Mind you he was enjoying himself and number one son and I took great pleasure in the fact that Grandad was in his element so who cares.
We all went out for a lovely meal; all the sisters, in-laws, nephews, nieces, cousins and grandparents. It was fun and I realised how lucky I am to have such a talented, fun and caring family. Five teachers and one exceptionally tolerant and patient engineer (one of my brothers-in-law; he borders on sainthood putting up with us five teachers); and then Mum and Dad. Four grand children, who as teenagers go, are amazing (although true I am biased). If everything goes according to plan we could end up with one doctor, one pilot or dentist, one conservationist and one who hasn't quite decided yet but happens to be a very talented cook! But you never know.......plans change and what teenagers aspire to one week has often changed by another. Who cares, as long as they do their best, are kind people and find a passion for life to follow as a career.
We missed my brother and his family all living in New Zealand but we have taken some video; emailed some photos and restrained ourselves from phoning him very early in his morning (why did we do that? Where is the fun in not waking him at an ungodly hour?)
Looking out over the fields where my sister lives
My younger sister's house faces east and so sitting out in the very early morning sun catching those first rays of warmth on the face is one of life's little pleasures; especially when you have such peaceful, stunning views. She actually has a vine growing over her front door......that is SO cool! And a stream in a field next door which gurgles away; a little valley where the early morning mists congregate and pheasants which squawk loudly at the slightest disturbance in the trees.
I think I may well try to grow these along the back of our house on a trellis.
We face south and 'her in-doors' would fancy having her own 'home made' wine
Her front view is a magical tranquil place. My Mother's garden is another great example of what an English cottage garden should be; my other sister's house is so wonderfully decorated inside. She has created such a warm family orientated ambiance with lovely little pictures, pottery and crafts from their trips. I love the interior of her house!
It makes me realise what an untidy pit me and 'her in-doors'
live in; and what a jungle our garden is......but then we wouldn't have it any other way. Me and the missus
, well we just don't do 'neat and tidy'!
Happy birthday Dad and thanks everyone for such a great weekend. We loved it and you all!