Yesterday we went to the little lane behind where my grandparents’ farm was, and the snowdrops were so thick that they looked like a carpet offsnow on the grass verges. I was very sad because I could not see them. Last year I could just about see them though they were very blurred and indistinct. There is something about snowdrops that draws me. Their beautiful white innocence, their vulnerabilty, yet combined with a great strength and ability to survive. They are so beautiful. The sun was out, though it was very cold. We stopped for a while in the lane, listening to the birdsong. Ism no good at identifying bird calls, but I have an App on my phone called Warblr, and it records a few minutes of the birdsong and then tells you which birds are there.
Yesterday we heard a song thrush, a blackbird, and chaffinches. It was beautiful.
I sat there for a while with my memories, wishing that My grandparents and the rest of my family were still here. We now have no connections with anybody and are alone.
We then took a ride through the village and remembered. It was a beautiful if rather sad day.
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I’m glad you rewrote your post Lorraine. Nostalgia can be sad when the people we remember are no longer there. Thanks for sharing
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I am glad you could visit that place. 😊 and I might have to get that app. 🐦
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Ooh it is a really good App Jenna. I loved to watch the birds, but this visit on Sunday was still beautiful. I would like to write lots more about that place. It means so much to me. I don’t think you have to pay for that App by the way.
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Glad you could get out and have your memories nudged to life!
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It was lovely Val, if poignant
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