May 2025
Have you ever done jobs and not minded, but then the finishing off is tiresome? I don’t mind shopping but I labour over putting everything away. I don’t mind washing up, but I don’t like drying up. I love knitting but make hard work of sewing up. My mother had the answer – she left any sewing up to me and picking up stitches for the neckband and sewing buttons on. I never let on I didn’t like it because after all she was my mother.
I read in a magazine, “Spring is the annual miracle turning scarcity into plenty. The earth tilts, the sun shines ever longer and ever warmer, stirring the plants into life.” How true this is, as last month the promise came true with new life all around us, beautiful blossom trees and wonderful flowers. T. S. Eliot in “The Wasteland” begins by saying April is the cruellest month, but this year April gave us the usual April showers, but also some long awaited sunshine, and was very kind to us.
I know I am regarded as ‘old fashioned’ but one thing I miss is receiving letters or postcards. No E-mails for me, no photographs on the mobile which in most cases never get printed. I also love writing – lists, poems, stories and I keep the poems and stories. My son said, “Mother you will be worth a fortune when you are dead and everything is published.” What does it matter? I just love putting pen to paper.
What a wonderful world to see the months unfold changing from greys and browns to bright green and gold. It gladdens the heart to see the world in bloom. Thank God for his world as summer beckons again.
Marie Cove.