There are teardrops running down the windows, yes it is raining and they come to dig the grave today for someone from the village for the funeral tomorrow. When you live next to a church yard you become part of the backcloth to the events that happen.
We talked to the widow yesterday over the wall, she had come to sweep the church porch so that the sound of the rustling leaves would not be heard during the service. She looked so tired, the events of death piling up around her but soon she will be free of the worry. We will have some of the attendees cars in our driveway as well. Yet, do not forget, that it was a merciful release for her husband, who sadly got let down by the NHS.
Perhaps one should not give expression to other people's grief, but these are the ceremonies that we have to go through in life.......
But now to photos of the 'sad' colours I have been achieving, shall I light them up with the zingy colours of orange and turquoise, or that lime green which shouts at you, or continue my theme of a broad band of yellow tones.
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| Iron and Weld |
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| second dipping |
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| Some Japanese bark, sappanwood? purply-brown |
Through all this I have dyed without cream of tartar, which softens the wool.... It will probably end up a crocheted blanket, when I have spun more wool.
We always invite people to come round at 10 0 clock to join us for coffee, well yesterday someone did;) And we chatted for a couple of hours with A who is looking after a friend's house (they have gone to Australia) in the village and their dog. She is a gardener, and funnily enough had an email from J in Australia about the elderly women who had tripped on the kerbstone, funny how news has to go round the world to arrive back on your own doorstep!
I would love someone to pop in for a cup of coffee and a chat. We used to do that years ago when we were young with children and I lived in a closer knit community. Now we live in an area where people come home from work, drive into their garage and seldom come outside. I love my home but I often think how wonderful it was when people had time to share with neighbors and friends. Everything is scheduled now.
ReplyDeleteSince moving to our little village in North Yorkshire I think we've had more people drop by than in the 30-odd years I lived down south close to London. That's got a lot to do with village life but also the friendliness of Yorkshire folk who will often smile or say good morning to you when in town.
ReplyDeleteOur neighbour, who died recently and is to be buried tomorrow, was the husband of the lady who made our curtains when we first moved in. His grave is only about 30 feet away and visible from our back garden.
Living in such a small and close community seems to intensify everything - both good things and bad, but that's how it should be.
Envious of your closeness to your neighbors. Out here in the woods I only get deer dropping by and they do not drink tea or coffee and are a bit wordless.
ReplyDeleteWell I suppose it is peaceful, but wonderful to watch the deer(do they eat the flowers?) Yesterday gardening, two people stopped to talk to me and I had to give up digging in the end.
DeleteI love people in for coffee or even for lunch if they will take pot luck. I agree that in Yorkshire village life this is a regular occurence.
ReplyDeleteThe funny thing when people come to the house is Lucy. She bounds back into the sitting room and grabs a chair, casting an evil eye on any visitors in case they move her.
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