Revival

A message from Brigid ....

I have been a blogger since 2005. At the height of my blogging busy-ness, I had "a small stable" of blogs on different topics: social and political commentary; desert spirituality; food; waste and ....

A few years ago I called time and ceased blogging altogether - although there was an occasional post. I had called it quits. I am an aged woman these days with a couple of serious illnesses. I am not allowed to drive. I am no longer active in organisations. I think it fair to say that I am housebound. I am active on Facebook, although I am not there as often as once I was. I have decided to embark on a re-entry into the blogging world ... beginning with The Trad Pad and, possibly, a return to my food blog, Oz Tucker. I have always used a lot of photographs on my blogs ... and I miss not being out and about with my camera.

The Trad Pad has been my blog for the lovely things of life. The controversial or political has seldom intruded. Occasionally, the spiritual has found its way in, but I kept spirituality for the blog, Desert. I don't yet know if I will revive that. I will stick pretty much to food and the lovely things of life. If I have some regularity with those two categories, I feel that I will be doing well. I hope that, with this blog new friendships can be formed and old friendships renewed; new lovelies discovered; new reflections can enter into the meaning of modern life. I would love to hear from you - particularly if you have suggestions for new topics to enter into the conversation. So, it is a new year. Let's see what it has in store, what it can bring to us. And I hope that those who share the spirit of The Trad Pad can spread the message of a world of beauty, the creativity of humanity, and the joys of simplicity and tradition. ~~~ February, 2017

Sunday, June 27, 2010

After the Winter Solstice, harbingers of Spring

Herself brought these in from the garden.

Yes, dear Trad Padders, I know there are no snowdrops here and it clearly relates to a northern hemisphere spring  - but I think this poem fits my mood.


THE hardy little snowdrop
Delicate... yet so strong
The ground's still frozen hard
When they come along
It's one of nature's mysteries
How they choose a brand-new site
Suddenly they pop up
It seems like overnight
They were never planted there
But oh! Such delight
White heads nestled in the green
It's such a lovely sight
They bow their heads like little bells
Against February's savage winds
Yet welcome in the springtime
As this brand-new year begins.

RAY JOHNSON, Chapel House, Newcastle.



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