The start of Spring is my favourite time of year. It’s easy to see lots to be thankful for in nature during March and April. We’ve been lucky in the North East that this year it’s come coupled with sunshine.
February passed in the flash of an eye. It left behind lots of happy memories and reasons to be cheerful.
January is a hard month. Coming straight after the fun and frolics of Christmas, it’s dark and cold. And oh so long. This year with despots and appeasers in power January seemed at its darkest, and there’s no sign the lights will be switched back on anytime soon. It seems therefore even more important to take note of the small, everyday things that keep us going.
Every year I get asked ‘What are your favourite Christmas films?’ And I’ve never had a satisfactory answer… until now.
After much head scratching, and much discussion, I’ve settled on three films that I could watch every year to give me that festive feeling.
The latest meme doing the rounds on Facebook is ten memorable books or ten books that mean something to you. I’ve been nominated to share mine by my former English teacher and who can say no to that? So here they are (in no particular order):
- Boudica by Manda Scott – never have I been so enveloped in another world. The summer I read this all I could think of was becoming a warrior. In reality I think I’m more of a dreamer.
- Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë – the book that taught me I could enjoy classics.
- The Eagle of the Ninth by Rosemary Sutcliff – where my fascination with the Romans began.
- Rogue Male by Geoffrey Household – the first book I remember my Dad giving me to read from his library.
- The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster – fulfilling my need for a good detective story, and you get three for the price of one.
- Hiroshima by John Hersey – horrors, etched in my memory.
- Asterix and… by René Goscinny – audio books narrated by Willie Rushton, the sound of my childhood.
- To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee – I know, I know. But I can’t help identify with Scout.
- Meditations by Marcus Aurelius – something to turn to when in need of some soul searching.
- The Book of Buns by Jane Mason – the best cookbook a baker could own, the beginning of my journey baking with fresh yeast.
- matching my socks to my shirt
- dancing (yes, this one surprised me too)
- being sent poems about eggs
- rediscovering the joy of playing pool (even with the mild disappointment that it’s only luck, not skill, that gets you anywhere)
This post is part of my attempt to recognise the joy of simple pleasures. Inspired by Schmutzie.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken the time to write a list of the small things I am thankful for. I could go back and fill in the gaps, but it really would be a long list. So here is just a snap shot from the past few days:
1. This cheerful view from my back step
2. A friend who will check in on you when you’re unwell and make you toast
3. A relaxed day spent with friends who arrive for breakfast and don’t leave until midnight
4. Starting a new book
5. Four day weekends
6. World championship snooker