Down below the bluebells

If you follow my blethers, you may remember that we have been on a journey to downsize and re-evaluate our lives and almost 2 years ago now, purchased a small house in need of some love and renovation.

If you are new to my blethers – welcome, I invite you to refresh your cup of tea, find a comfy spot and explore my musings, poems and reflections.
 
On the hill behind us a few months ago, flames jumped and spread like the wildfire that they were, through the dry bracken leaving a charred landscape in their path. Don't panic - our wonderful local volunteer fire brigade ensured that it didn’t spread too far, however, the smell of burning lingered for ages and charred gorse and branches still echo those flames today.
 
Fire is an amazing element:-
It can be scary when it runs wild potentially bringing destruction;
It brings warmth to our bones and spirit when we are cold or down heartened;
And always, it brings transformation.
 
The whole area is now a carpet of blue and the smell is amazing – it brings joy to everyone who walks through….echoing our landscape we too have now transformed our house into our home – we brought destruction and now it is cosy and warm and supports our ongoing transformation and journey.

Down below the bluebells
Nestles a little white box
 
A contrast to the soft colours
It sits in a small haven of tranquillity
A treasure trove of peace
 
 
Down below the bluebells
We can rest, relax, restore
 
In contrast to our busy lives
We sit in our small haven of tranquillity
Our treasure trove of peace
 
Our home

Diane Oliver, May 2021