Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother's Day. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 03, 2015

Very strange indeed...

I have a question for you: what connects the first two pictures below...







with the picture above? 

Well, the answer is that they're all of the same room. 

Today I had the surreal experience of being invited to see the changes that the people who bought my parents' house have made. Above, you can see my parents' dining room, as it was. The new people have changed it into their kitchen, put a line of units where the fireplace was and blocked off the window, which is currently a wall with "Congratulations Daddy" adorning it. To the right, where you can't see it, they've knocked through a little passageway into the butler's pantry, and the wall between the butler's pantry and the kitchen, and made the butler's pantry's window into a glass door to light their kitchen. 

It was all very very odd indeed. It was my parents' house and yet it wasn't. 

The pictures immediately below show the sitting room as it was...









and above, as it is now. I thought the mantelpiece was rather nice before, but there we are. Tastes vary.

The new owners were happy for me to take some photos to show the family, but I didn't like to do this in any great detail, so they're not really effective as before and after photos. And the walls in the photo above are actually quite a dark mushroom colour, though they look green here (shades of the blue and black dress making headlines a few days ago).

I feel... quite stressed and a bit disorientated but ... it was very kind of the young lady to invite me. And the lovely thing is that they've given their little girl the middle name of May, which is my mum's name, because they thought that my mum was such a sweet old lady. (They might not have, I realise, if her name had been something horrible. But still. I wish I could tell Mum!)

The British Mother's Day is coming in a couple of weeks and the shops are making the most of this marketing opportunity. It's quite hard when you no longer have a mother and you keep being reminded of this fact. But of course this must be a very common experience.

Ah well. Such is life.

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Happy Mother's Day

It was a beautiful day today. Happy Mother's Day, British mothers. If you still have children at home, bringing you breakfast in bed, I hope you enjoyed it. Mine, alas, have gone, though they sent lovely presents.
However, Daughter 1, SIL 1 and Grandson came to lunch, which was nice. Grandson played and played.
And beamed.
And, eventually, snoozed.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

This weekend

The sun shone on Saturday. It shone on my daffodils...

and on these bits of coloured glass. (I love glass.)

I took my mother to the Botanic Gardens. Not bad for nearly 87, is she?


This was the view of the Edinburgh skyline as we came out from having our coffee.

Crocuses dotted the grass.


The gates out on to Inverleith Row. I just love them: so delicate and shiny.


Back home in my more modest patch, I cut the grass for the first time this year and admired spring in all its exuberance.


The colours, after a dark Scottish winter, feed the heart.

The pink plum blossom doesn't really go with the yellow daffodils, but who cares?


Not sure why the hose is there. We haven't needed it for some time and it's not exactly ornamental.



Cassie watching the birds. She's not going to try to catch any, though. I hope.


I decided that some flowering currant would look good with the daffodils. I know it smells of cat pee, but I still like it. It's such a good pink and it reminds me of my childhood garden.


Another amaryllis is blossoming. I can never bear to throw them away, and yet they flower for such a short time and are such walloping great leafy things for the other eleven and three-quarter months. This is so beautiful, though!


On Sunday it was Mother's Day in Britain.

Daughter 2 gave me two lovely books - just what I like.


Daughter 1 gave me this sweet necklace - exactly my taste.


And our son sent these flowers - so pretty. I wish he could have sent himself as well, but he was working this weekend and lives too far away to pop home for a few hours. But it's lovely to be remembered. I'm a lucky person.