There is an emanation from the heart

which cannot be described,

but is immediately felt and puts

the stranger at his ease.

~Washington Irving

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.
It turns what we have into enough...

.........and more.

It turns denial into acceptance,
chaos to order, confusion to clarity.

It can turn a meal into a feast,

a house into a home,

a stranger into a friend.

~Melody Beattie

Don't be satisfied with stories,

how things have gone with others.

Unfold your own myth.

May my life be like a great

hospitable tree, and may

weary wanderers find in

me a rest.

~John Henry Jowett

Wednesday, 25 February 2015

The Last of February

Stuart, Max, and I have a morning routine that I think is probably one of the secrets to our success of being able to run two small businesses together--and still be happily married. Every morning, rain, sun, sleet, snow, or wind, we take a walk together after breakfast. That way the stresses of cooking and serving breakfast together can melt away with each step.  Any little disagreement or tension we might have had is forgotten and we're just a couple on a walk with our dog.

By the time we hit Holywell Cottage
on Longwall Street, breakfast is
forgotten and we're hand in hand.
This morning's walk was especially relaxing because there was the real feel of spring in the air.  Snowdrops were carpeting Holywell Cemetery, the birds were a symphony of song, the daffodils about to pop, there wasn't any harsh winter wind to struggle against, and there was a feeling of winter drawing to a close.  At last!

Snowdrops are carpeting Holywell Cemetery
especially beautifully this year.

Daffodils will soon be replacing
the snowdrops and crocus.
Oxford has it's best spots for enjoying 
spring flowers and here's just a few:

SNOWDROPS ~ Holywell Cemetery

CROCUS  ~ Balliol College Gardens
and The Oxford University Parks

DAFFODILS ~ Christ Church Meadow


TULIPS ~ Oxford Botanic Garden or any College Garden

Brasenose College

Oxford Botanic Garden
BLUEBELLS ~ Harcourt Arboretum

"And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of Love felt everywhere;
And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast
rose from the dreams of it's wintry rest."
~Percy Bysshe Shelley, 'The Sensitive Plant'

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