I'm forever blowing bubbles.

Hi everyone, I hope I find you all well.

As anyone who knows me is aware, poetry is one of my loves, another is bubbles, I just love blowing bubbles, my family get bubbles in their Christmas stockings, and my daughter gets me bubbles as well.  Yesterday my GG had to have some hospital tests and whilst waiting for the nurse, sat on her Dad's knee watching Show Me Show Me Bubbles courtesy of YouTube on his phone.  Instantly I was transported outside along with my bubble blower, blowing bubbles, will I, should I grow up?  I think not.  I was reminded of a quote form Carl Sandburg, combining my love of poetry and bubbles and of course rainbows, another love.  

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. 

They flickered out saying: 

"It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.  (Carl Sandburg.)

Next week I hope to have a whole heap of fun, looking after GG with DB and of course the dog and cat. DD and SiL are busy at work so we get the opportunity to enjoy and indulge ourselves, what joy, can't wait, neither can DB or Stuffy, who is halfway out of the door!  On  a less happy note NOS is off to Malta for three weeks, so will miss him being around.  My cardigan is stalled, the wool has not arrived yet and may not be here before we leave for Devon, so I shall have to stock up on other projects to take with me for the few minutes I do have to knit, Nativity set may well get started along with a little elephant for GG.

Soap Bubble Dreams (Anula Aboobacker)

As tiny globes they float, Wearing a rainbow coat, Filled with young breath they glow, The soap bubble dreams we blow. Pop! They burst with stranger’s touch, In the windless sky, away from our clutch. ...Life is rife with lies we tweak, A hideout from our miseries! Flightless wings and wailing dreams, Are a kick back to reality! Speak to you next week, and I hope that you all have a wonderful weekend wherever in the world you are. Love Bubbles

Back again

Hi everyone and I hope I find you all well.

Apologies for my prolonged absence, but life has been somewhat more pressing over the last few months, so my blogs have been a little more sporadic that they should be.  Even my journal suffered, I have a lot of catching up to do.  My knitting continue apace, as does my sewing.  My latest offering from the sewing machine is Stuffy, as seen on Show Me Show Me (CBeebies), He is a stuffed cube with a pocket on the rear panel for hiding little surprises, also I knitted a Humpty Dumpty for my gorgeous granddaughter (GG) which I gave her at Easter along with a family of ducks.  Stuffy is travelling down to Devon with me later this week when I go to help look after GG. 

Humpty Dumpty and the Duck family

Stuffy

My other big news concerns my dearly beloved (DB), who after a year of hospital appointments and radiotherapy has been told that the cancer has responded to the treatment and all seems to be well at present, he has been beset by poor health since he contracted rheumatic fever as a toddler, and suffered consequent heart problems, resulting in heat valve replacement in '96 which failed and consequent heart transplant in '98, cancer was something of a body blow to say the least, but we are now back on the road to recovery, again.

So here I am sitting at my laptop, counting my blessings, and watching the changing world go by, am consumed by the daily changes in the trees that surround our little cul de sac, especially the weeping willows, and was moved to discover the following poem from the film My Girl

Weeping willow with your tears running down, 

why do you always weep and frown? 

is it because he left you one day? 

is it because he couldnt not stay? 

on your branches he would swing, 

do you love the happiness that he would bring? 

he found shelter in your shade, 

we thought his laughter would never fade! 

Weeping willow stop your tears, 

there is something to calm your fears, 

you think death as you do forever part, 

I know he will always be in your heart! 

Emma Jane Rae