by Susie | Jun 30, 2014 | Gardens and Gardening, Home at Hemingway, Lincolnshire, The Wolds, Uncategorized
 How heavenly are the roses that bloomturning heads to sun in Junetiny faces in perfect formthat scatter their smiles on the lawnmajestic, abundant and heavens giftthat give of their beauty, and our hearts a lift… “No spring or winter has such...
by Susie | Jun 1, 2014 | Home at Hemingway, Memories, My Family, The Wolds, Uncategorized
We awoke to a grey rainy morning the skies the colour of old gun metal. My heart felt heavy although I knew nothing of course would spoil this special day but how lovely would it be if the sun shone down on this little village of ours, warming the colours of the...
by Susie | Mar 31, 2014 | Poetry, The Wolds, Uncategorized, Village
 See there the changing of the light,its fervency to bring in sightas golden heads in breeze do blowas struggle through the earth they grow. Eyes do see blue circle brightthe Midas touch of lighter nights,spins the green of breezy branchesthis vision of Spring so...
by Susie | Jan 7, 2014 | Home at Hemingway, Lincolnshire, Memories, My Family, Travel, Uncategorized
Happy New Year All – Seems I’ve been away from the computer far too long. A lovely festive holiday break in Buckinghamshire starting with an excellent meal with my eldest Son Matt, his beautiful Wife Sandrine and of course my dear Grandson Manu. A...
by Susie | Sep 10, 2011 | In Death, Multiple myeloma, Uncategorized, Village
In this peaceful part of the world my beloved lies amongst friends. Under the twinkling night stars of this beautiful small village and during the day nestled in this tranquil setting and in the sight of God is his final resting place. It is right and fitting. Amen....
by Susie | Jul 20, 2011 | Carers Support, Health Issues, In Death, Lincolnshire, Multiple myeloma, My Family, Uncategorized
What will it say in years to come? What will it tell the folks who pass by and glance, reading the words I’ve chosen. How I wanted to tell a story on this tablet of stone. How I wanted to place so many words. Words that would have filled this oblong of granite....
