One woman went to mow

Know the song ? One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow … OK so it is one woman here and not one man but other than that, spare a moment or two to think about mowing the lawn.

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My dear late dad was a stickler for a straight line on the lawn. It was his life’s work – or that is how it felt to me, as a kid. Now that my boys have flown the nest, mowing the lawn is back down to my husband and me and today, for the first time in over ten years, I turned my hand to mowing the lawn. Well, if my dad is looking down on my efforts, I hope he can spot my attempts at a straight line. Lines are so much better than circular, in my humble opinion. And whilst you are concentrating on that, well, you don’t have much head space for anything else, so it is great for helping to forget about whatever else you had been worrying about up until then !! So, as the sun shines and the rain falls, let it grow, let it grow, let it grow !!

Goodbye Mog

Judith Kerr, author of the wonderful Mog stories and also of “The Tiger who came to tea” and “When Hitler stole pink rabbit” was firmly on my bookcase as a child (and still today !!). She has sadly passed away, aged 95. You can read about her life in this obituary in The Guardian. Check out her books – lovely and warming. And hopefully many of my primary trainees (and perhaps their own pupils) will remember Mog’s Christmas Calamity !!

 

 

 

Snowdrops – sign of things to come

When in England earlier this week, I spotted my first snowdrop of the year in my mum’s garden, in a little corner, almost hidden from sight. Always a good sign. Snowdrops hint at the spring that is to come, even from the depths of winter gloom. None out in my garden as yet, but any day soon, they should start peeking out through the undergrowth to let me know that my garden may be sleeping, but it will wake up again in the months to come.

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Christmas is just around the corner

As a teacher in schools, I love Christmas as it is a time of excitement and warmth. Fond memories of singing “The Twelve Days of Christmas” in school in the UK, many years ago and of teaching the very same song to many classes in France over the years. I wonder if my students remember ??!!

Merry Christmas to anyone who is reading this blog post and very best wishes for health and happiness in 2019.

Home made christmas cake with icing and decorations.