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Name:VintagePretty
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An avid tea-drinker who likes nutmeg in her coffee and warm lavender-scented quilts. She knits, crochets and partakes in random acts of craftiness (and kindness). She likes obscure works of literature, philosophy and the idea that her mind exists separately from her body. She enjoys moving furniture around, literary criticism and baking bread. She writes haiku about nettles, would like to swim with seals and become completely self-sufficient. She writes as if her life depends on it, listens to beautiful music, and loves her darling husband Mr. VP.

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Monday 3 July 2017

Summer meadows

I was a bit shocked to realise that it has been six (6!) years since I wrote this post. Mostly because it just doesn’t seem possible that it has been that long; or that so much has happened. But today we found ourselves in the same place, a place we now visit quite regularly, at the same time of year, when the meadows are at their absolute finest. Going back over those old posts is quite a trip down memory lane. I think that’s why I’ve loved writing a blog for so long.

The weather was overcast but just like then, the serene yet busy meadows of wildflowers were alive with all manner of flora and insect life. Red clover sat cheek-by-jowl with the cinquefoils and cocksfoot grass. Pyramidal orchids were everywhere; certainly not a rarity up here. Busy bumblebees buzzed to and fro and damsel flies alit on branches, while newly fledged swallows begged food mid-air from their never-slowing parents. The hum and busyness of doing and being in summer was all around.

It has been a bit of an odd time in these parts. I feel that life is a bit discombobulated at the moment, and not just for me. Baby VP has had a tummy bug, which isn’t super worrying in and of itself, other than it wasn’t getting better and involved trips to doctors and a lot of worry on my behalf. I worried (ha) how much I would worry when I had a child (because, you know me, I can worry for England – and most of the Northern Hemisphere too) and it’s true, the worry thing is real. But we’re carrying on in our own little way, but a bit gentler than before, trying to pace ourselves and not overstress tummies (or mummies)! Unfortunately, now I have come down with a different bug, something that wakes me up in the night by tickling the back of my throat, and which is now accompanied by a temperature. I think I need to get back onto the zinc tablets!

I was pleased to find that there is a new single from The National, which means (hopefully!) there’s a new LP coming soon. Yay! I have a feeling this is going to be played quite a bit round these parts (when we’re not listening to toddler-friendly tunes)!

Friday 14 April 2017

The flowers of spring and a ramble

Last week we had the most glorious few days: bright blue skies filled with an even brighter (and warmer!) sun; the wind finally calm and the temperature cool but not cold. We were toying with the idea of visiting a town on Saturday but thought why not enjoy the countryside in this lovely weather? So we hopped into the car and ended up at our local National Trust property. Luckily, we were there early and managed to get in before the crowds, which is always the best time to go (especially as it was the start of the Easter hols and they were doing an Easter egg hunt around the grounds).

The plum blossom is already pretty much over here, but is being replaced by cherry blossom, those big blousy petals calling to everyone and proclaiming the arrival of spring. And the blue skies – they’re always bluer in spring; deep blue, in a way that they’re not at any other time of year.

The lichen growing on the trees is a good sign; it shows how clean the air is, as they are very discerning fellows.

These impatiens are enormous – much bigger than their British-bizzy-lizzy-relatives – as they’re grown in a hot house. I am a big fan of the hot house in winter and spring – I love going inside and escaping into the warmth and humidity for a while. I can imagine the heating bill is pretty hefty though!

I’m not sure what this tree blossom is. I thought it was an amelanchier like ours, but now I’m not so sure. Its blossoms were very understated and elegant.

These are little brunnera that pop up everywhere in the estate. Mum has a clump in her garden and they’re making like Triffids, but they are very pretty.

We stopped to feed the geese and ducks. The lady ducks were so friendly you could stroke them (though we refrained). Feeding the ducks always proves a big hit around here and it’s a cheap way to spend an hour or so, especially when incorporated into a walk.

We’re almost at the end of daffodil season! I can’t believe it. These fancy daffs were still in their prime, though. Aren’t they gorgeous? Totally different to the upright, trumpet daffs I know and love, but no less full of sunshine.

The anemones were just coming out and carpeting the woodland floor. I always think of this wood (and those photos) and this song when I see a carpet of wood anemones.

Their spindly necks hold one perfect, delicate, nodding bloom. Only seen for a couple of weeks a year and always looked-forward to as one of the first signs of spring, coming as they do at the same time as the cuckoo’s first calls (in Lincolnshire at least; we don’t seem to get many cuckoos here).

This is a lesser celandine. It seems that they’re a pretty common plant around these woods but I don’t recall seeing them often down south. It was so, so, so yellow! Bright and warm in such drab surroundings.

In the formal gardens there were the first signs of blossom. Deep blue skies and the first hints of pure white, blousy blooms. It makes me want desperately to get my lino cutting stuff out again but I’m not sure I’ll get round to it. Truth be told I am not terribly artistic but I did very much enjoy doing my lino cutting. It’s been ages since I last had a go (2013!). Maybe one evening…

All sorts of things were in bloom; some I knew, some I didn’t. I love the colours and the textures and the dappled sunlight. The quality (and the quantity) of the light has changed so much in the last month; it is so different to the weaker winter sun.

Is this plum blossom? I’m pretty sure it is. The plums always come before the cherry blossom. Aren’t they beautiful and delicate? Those ice-white petals next to the copper leaves – lovely.

The may leaves are out in abundance at the bottom of our garden too. Soon we’ll see the buds burst into a snow-like cascade.

There’s something different about the way time moves now. I honestly wake up in one month and the next thing I know it is the next and I have to try to scrabble through days to work out where it’s gone. I used to think time flew when working 40+ hours a week, and it did to an extent, but I think that now time moves differently. It is probably to do with having children and the changes it has on the brain – who knows?! But either way I am really aware that time no longer moves in the way it has for so many years and I feel a bit powerless to slow it. The seasons, marking out the passage of time somehow, are something I can grasp hold of to try to make the time slow down a bit.

Ah Spring! I love this time of year very much, and even moreso now that I have a little companion running around enjoying it and finding awe in it as much – if not more – than I do. I hope that you’re enjoying spring wherever you are!

Sunday 9 April 2017

These afternoons of ours

Our routines have changed a good bit since Baby VP made her arrival, but for the last few months we’ve had pretty much the same routine and it’s been really nice. It gives our days some predictability and now that the days are a bit longer, it gives us a good stretch of afternoon to fill. It’s been a bit difficult in winter, with the short days, to do much at all, but now it’s April and the days are long and bright, we have been trying to make the most of the sun and the warmth by going to lots of countryside places.

Sometimes, I even rope my mum in to coming too. We often grab a coffee to drink on the go as we try to keep up with the clockwork legs of my little toddler. Occasionally, I will actually remember to bring my camera and I will manage a few pictures (not often tho!). And oh what flowers I did capture! Camellia blossoms in full, glossy-leafed beauty; what I think is a choisya, whose strong mock-orange smell wafted on the breeze; and giant snowdrops as tall as the fritillaria imperialis they sit next to. Huge. But absolutely gorgeous and so delicate despite their size.

I wonder what Baby VP will remember of these afternoons of ours; I doubt she’ll remember the choisya or the camellia but I hope she will forever remember the carefree afternoons of running under giant trees; or exploring endlessly enormous gardens or the long sandy beaches so big they could go on forever. I know I treasure every afternoon of ours.

Monday 13 March 2017

Let’s go fly a kite

A warm Sunday morning in March, much like it was the other weekend. A new kite. Some necessary errands ticked off the list and a chance to take off for some family time. To the beach to fly our new kite. Possibly more for me than for Baby VP, though when it took off the look of awe and wonderment filled her face just as much as ours. It was possibly the easiest kite I’ve ever flown, and so much fun. It stayed in the air, without any skill from me, for over 25 minutes. And was, at one point, flying almost 80 metres in the air with only a very light breeze. Amazing and so, so magical.

Saturday 11 March 2017

Amongst the trees and the birds in winter

Weekends are so short these days. They fly by in the blink of an eye, so, so quickly. What’s different? We’re busy with little Baby VP who is definitely not a baby any more! But weekends… they disappear. So we try to make sure that we go out and do Interesting Things together as a family.

So a couple of weekends ago we donned warm coats, Baby VP wore her thick all-in-one bunny coat, and we headed out for a decent countryside walk. I must admit that since having a baby, our walks are not as long as they used to be, and certainly shorter now that we don’t use a pram any more. But we make sure that we stop to enjoy all that nature has to offer and now that spring is so tantalisingly close.

We find that getting out early is best as we not only avoid the crowds but we make the most of the pre-nap energy. I also think that getting out and about early is best to see wildlife and we were lucky, seeing a treecreeper, lots of blue tits, coal tits, great tits and chaffinches as well as a pheasant, robin and moorhen. It was the first time that Baby VP had been into a bird hide for quite a while, and this time it was magical because she was so open to seeing the birds. We made sure we pointed each one out.  We’re not ‘twitchers’ by any means, but there is a lot I appreciate about seeing birds come and go and spotting new ones I haven’t seen before. They really are beautiful things, birds.

I think about the things I want to pass on to Baby VP, the things she’ll remember forever, and one of the greatest things I can think of is a love of the outdoors. An abiding love and deep appreciation for the wonder and beauty of nature; the awe-inspiring brilliance of the world’s living body. I think of how much information there is to teach; how much I am learning alongside her and I feel so humbled by it all. The weight of this duty is immense. What a wonderful job to have.

By the time we were finished walking and bird-watching we were ready for a sit down and a coffee, complete with a toasted teacake shared between us three.

Sunday 5 March 2017

A Sunday morning walk along the beach

Have you noticed that we’re now exiting the deepest, darkest bits of winter? Like a plant deprived of the sun, I am desperately craning myself to find some its rays again. So when the weather gets above 10C and the wind is not blowing a gale and the sun is shining? I make like a cat and luxuriate, nay revel, in its appearance. Hoo-boy, Sun, you have been away far too long!

All of the above necessary conditions were met the other day and so I set off with Mr VP and Baby VP, the Archers omnibus on in the car (to my absolute flummoxing, I’ve discovered that Mr VP is not only a closet fan of the Archers but if I miss an episode it turns out I can rely on his almost encyclopaedic knowledge of the goings on in Ambridge to set me straight! *insert wide-eyed surprise-face here*).

And so we walked. Away from others, though as it was pretty early (for a Sunday), there weren’t many takers for a brisk walk. Just myself, my girl and Mr VP. Blue skies, white clouds, oystercatchers, a huge stretch of golden sand to explore and beachcomb on and the deep blue North Sea.

On the way back we saw a couple of unfamiliar birds flitting back and forth in the hedgerow. It turns out that they were stonechats. A new one on us!

Monday 16 March 2015

VP Photo Challenge: Day 3. Growing

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