Lulu Carter

a wedding and a wink

photo from Jez Dickson Photography
 

In a time long ago there lived a happy couple. They were ,to the people, as bread is to butter and day is to night. Beautifully suited and perfectly in tune. A unit.Connected by a fine silver thread that kept them as one. Something many longed to find and yearned to be.

 

The future seemed certain.

 

But trouble was brewing and for those who stood and watched the storm whip through, the sadness was a crushing of all they believed to be solid and true. It tore down the village and with it their hearts.

 

Some said the moon had lost her balance and Mother Earth was tossing a tantrum. The people wept. The couple walked in separate directions, seemingly forever.

 

But the silver thread remained. It stretched and weaved but never snapped.

 

As time went on and the moon found her feet, the couple seemed to discover they were unable to shake that thread. They tried. They tried hard! Mother Earth laughed out loud at their futile attempts. Wait , she smiled.

 

The people had almost lost hope. They began to believe that bread was better without butter. A little dry but they could swallow it. Still, it was no fun!

 

The thread grew thick and strong and the couple found that if they forgot the storm, they could go back ,yet move forward, and be all that they were always going to be.

 

They took each others hand. They never let go again.

 Mother Earth shed a tear. The Moon twirled and twirled.

*a teaser of the full version for you xx

On Saturday,my sister remarried her first and only husband. I was lucky enough to be asked to compose something to be read by a dear friend of my sisters as I was unable to attend-Sydney to London is no small skip I'm afraid.

I was so nervous as this marriage is something so seemingly incredibly important.I think because they have made the decision to come back to each other which I find unique and ,admittedly,terribly romantic. 

As the man who makes my morning coffee proclaimed ," Now thats love" . You're not kidding!

We wish you a long and giggling life with many a year rocking on that porch together.

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

 

define winter

*Baking.Beating,whizzing,chopping,bowl licking,heart calming,house warming.

Raspberry muffins

Wholemeal bread

Focaccia

 
 Congo bars

Choc chip peanut butter cookies

*Stirring.methodical,soothing,low lights,curled up feet tucked under,dare I say "slurping"?

Pea soup

Cauliflower and almond soup

Slow roast shoulder of lamb with lentils

Greek lamb stew

French chicken casserole

New hot pink chairs in the rain with the mexican floral plastic tablecloth in red.Its the Carmen Miranda wet look.

This has been ordered and eagerly awaits.I have never been one for flannel but she draws me in every time and there is nothing we need now more than the softest of throw quilts for the sofa.

The sofa.Cherry pinwhale cord loose cover.The first is always the hardest.I see in our future a cupboard full of loose covers in a rainbow of colours and fabrics.Oh how I wish we had white floors.

Working on a very exciting custom order.

 Art & Craft class for children went as well as I dared hope.Smiles on faces big and small.

Stitching stitching.Its raining.How could I not?

All good.

The travel bug is nibbling at our toes and we are contemplating driving through Europe.We will fight and get lost and discover places we never would have if we were on a train and the children might try to kill each other.The perfect family holiday from what I remember.

xxx