Sight is a precious thing. Just before Christmas my husband had laser eye surgery! I consider this brave (or perhaps foolhardy!) as I wouldn’t let anyone near my eyes with a laser!!! And, after 35 years, I am used to my glasses. (Forgive the bad selfie with a reluctant cat!!)
Day four of the Lent snapshots, today’s theme is waking up. So I went into the manse garden to see what was stirring.
There are some daffodils trying their best to flower (not been enough sun yet); a few bushes with tiny buds and the green of the bluebells starting to show.
There was also this random straggly bit of an evergreen bush pushing its way up through the decking, trying its best to reach the light – waking up, ready for the growing season to begin.
NaBloPoMo is a blogging challenge – prompting us to write a post on our blog every day for the month of November. So I am giving it a whirl 😃.
Today the RevGals prompt was about Sunday clothing – for me, usually a black clerical shirt, dark skirt, Geneva gown and a stole of some kind, sometimes in a liturgical colour.
Zoom back nearly 50 (gulp) years, and my Sunday clothing was very different. Growing up in Presbyterian Scotland, it was your “Sunday best” that came out on the Sabbath. I can remember, even now, the feel and the smell of my smart brown button up coat – and how horribly itchy it was! But Sunday also meant “the muff” .
It was a simpler time, and in the 1960s it meant this:
I certainly needed one of these in the cold dark church I attended as a young child, where the children of the Sunday School were gathered on the front pew under the pulpit and under the beady eye of the minister’s wife (a woman who terrified the living day lights out of me!)
So my early memories of church were: the cold, the itchy coat and the warmth of the furry muff in which I clutched a “trupp’ney bit” in my sweaty palm – for those of you too young to remember “old money”, it was one of these:
Ok, now I feel old, and am going in search of the anti wrinkle cream 😫
“The tallest oak in the forest was once just a little nut that held its ground”
Photo is children playing on an oak tree in Louisiana from National Geographic photographs.
The quote resonated with me today though 😄
Off to Edinburgh for today’s photograph – wonderful evening shot taken from Salisbury Crags above Holyrood by Tom at Weephotos.
Feeling nostalgic for the City, so many happy memories…
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A picture today, instead of a photograph.
The picture is “long time gone” by Jack Vettriano (1998).
It’s a favourite of mine, because in the background is Methil Power Station as seen from Leven beachfront. The power station was the dominating presence at the end of Leven beach where we played as children and where we took our own children when they were young.
Methil Power Station was decommissioned in 2000. The main building was demolished on 20th April 2011 and the chimney stack on 8th June 2011, as part of the ongoing regeneration of the area. While the view from the beach is greatly improved without the power station, the seascape seems rather alien to me now it is gone.