Mum...forever in my heart...

 

Mum on her wedding day, at just 17 years of age..

 

Me at the age of 12...my daughter is this age now, and looks astoundingly similar.

 

Mum passed away 10 1/2 years ago. I was 43. But I felt like I was 12.

 

When things go wrong, you want Mum.

 

But what if the thing that's wrong, is that Mum is gone. No Mum to hold you, to wipe your tears, to kiss your head and tell you everything will be okay.

 

Never again, Mum there to counsel, offer wisdom, advice, and cups of tea.

 

Only an emptiness, a 12 year old self, weeping for a Mum who is no longer there with warmth and comfort and love and acceptance, no matter what.

 

But then...perhaps Mum is always with me. Maybe I carry her in my heart. I know I feel her from time to time. Her hand on my arm as I drift off to sleep, her voice in my ear just before I wake. She's there. Just out of reach.

 

I know it.

 

Happy Mothers Day Darling Mum.

 

My hugs to all other Motherless Daughters and Sons out there.

 

As long as you can picture her face, your Mum is with you. Believe it, and it will give you peace.

 

...x

 

Glamping! A Mothers wish for Mothers Day...

 

We have a fascination with Glamping, the so called 'glamorous camping' idea, originating from the U.K.

 

My daughter, now in her teens, has a cubby house, built for her by my husband, back when she was little.

 

Having successfully 'glamped' with tents during the recent school vacation, we are now smitten with the idea, and it occurred to me to makeover her cubby, as a permanent glamping site.

 

This photo is not, sadly our glampsite. It is the one we are using as inspiration, and one I found on Pinterest. The link on how-to sadly led to inappropriate content, so if this is your work, please email me and I'll be happy to credit your beautiful photo for you!

 

We have most of these components, although the split cane day bed is a big ask. These used to reside in everybody's sleepout back in the day. A sleepout was basically an enclosed verandah, used as a guest bedroom or breezeway, in many Aussie homes. Sadly, the sleepout disappeared with the advent of McMansions, and the split cane daybed, disappeared along with them.

 

We do however have sun lounges around our pool, so one of those will be seconded for the mission. As will cane baskets, birdcage, pots of ivy and other pretties.

 

My wish for Mothers Day is to retreat to our Glampsite, great read in hand, tea in my Limoges cup at the elbow, with a tinkling bell to ring when I require....well....anything really.

 

Would a special Mum in your life enjoy Glamping this Mothers Day?

 

..what's on your Tray of Bliss today?...

Mothers Day Haiku Poem...

 

 

 

Silver locks

locked in my heart,

the face they frame, loved

 

A Haiku is a verse of just seventeen syllables, with two juxtaposed ideas.

Arms a circle of love
warming my soul
even as small limbs grow long

 

Try writing one yourself, and presenting to a loved one in your life.

 

It's Mothers Day in Australia this Sunday.

 

This would be a much appreciated gift for any Mum.

 

What's on your Tray of Bliss today?

NOTE:

 

I have published these Haiku poems here for personal use only. I created them and retain full use and copyright over them.

 

Having noticed an unusual amount of traffic from the U.S. I googled and noted that several newspapers in the U.S. run Mothers Day Haiku Competitions.

 

Can I just say firstly, plagiarism is not good Karma. Secondly, your Haiku competition entry should be about YOUR mother, not mine.

 

And thirdly, I do not give my permission for my work to be used for profit or gain by a person other than myself.

 

If your visit is to find something to compliment a gift to your own Mother, or merely to see what a Haiku looks like, then you are very Welcome.

 

Respectfully Yours.

The French Toile Car...

 

Snapped in a showroom on the Champs Elysees on our recent visit to Paris..

 

Is this the quintessential Franchophiles' car?

 

I think it's quite elegant.

 

I'm not sure about it's safety capabilities, but surely it's a car built for beauty, not practicality.

 

How very French!

 

Where do I sign up?