Dewdrops...

This morning, whilst the rest of the house was soundly sleeping, I had a few peaceful moments walking around my garden. It had rained constantly overnight and I have a bit of an obsession with dewdrops at the moment. I like the way they seem to defy gravity.

I found this lovely poem written by Amelia in 1850.

The Dewdrop

I Am a sparkling drop of dew,
Just wept from yon silver star,

But drops of dew have very few

To care for what they are;
For little ye dream, who dwell below,

Of all I've wandered through;
Ye only know I sparkle so,
Because I'm a drop of dew.
I flashed at first with waves, that whirl
O'er the blue, blue, tossing sea;
Where eddies curl o'er beds of pearl
I wandered wild and free,
Till I chanced to spy an elfin king,

And I danced before his view,
When the merry thing, with his glittering wing,

Whisked off the drop of dew.
The evening air with sweets was fraught,
And away we flitted far,
When, quick as thought, I was upward caught,
To yon lovely vesper star;
And I'm very sure a gentle charm
That bright thing round me threw,
For an angel form, in her bosom warm,
Enfolded the drop of dew.
But I slept not long in yon starry bower,

In the bosom of my love,
For, in a shower, to this primrose flower,
She sent me from above.
And soon its moonlight leaves will close,
But they hide me not from view,
For the wind, that flows o'er the young primrose,
Will kiss off the drop of dew

About me...

This is an attempt, hopefully a successful one, in capturing and documenting all too fleeting moments in my life in a journal format. Ever since I had James, my 2 and a half year old son, it just seems every day goes faster and faster. Some many wonderful things happen each day, each hour, but they fade from your memory only all too quick.

I have many things to be thankful for. I have a beautiful family, Tim my loving and supportive husband, James who brings me such joy and happiness, a loyal dog Otto, a wonderful home that inspires me throughout the seasons, good food on my table and clothes on my back. I have family and friends that I feel secure in knowing that they would always be there for me. There really isn't much more one needs in life, is there?

I think too often now people are so busy that they forget to stop for a moment and literally smell the roses. On one of many lazy afternoons as a child, my nana, brother and I would lay on the back lawn of my grandparents house for what seemed like hours, trying to spot shapes in the clouds. We would see faces, cars, elephants, the occasional Carebear even and then try and direct the others to the same spot in the sky to see if they could see it too. I realise now what a fantastic trick this was for my nana... my brother and I would lay still, not talking, so intent were we on finding the next picture. She could get a rest and still spend time doing something so simple yet entertaining. It's these sorts of things that I remember from my childhood that I wish to provide for James. A simple yet satisfying life. Isn't that what we all deserve?

I hope writing this proves to be a worthwhile venture. At the very least, an entertaining read in the future!

And now to finish with a quote and something to ponder...

"The ordinary acts we practice at home each day are of more importance to the soul then their simplicity might suggest" Thomas Moore