Yesterday evening held a memory. When I was a young girl, maybe 8 or so, I would have tears in my eyes on a Sunday evening as Dad drove us home, often over the Yorkshire Moors, with the sun sitting low. Squished in the back seat with Nanna, Mam’s Mam who lived with us, and with Mam in the passenger seat, I listened to the car radio spouting hymns or old fashioned songs that Nanna knew. We’d had a happy day out, often at a little Yorkshire village, often having ice cream or tea somewhere but even though it had been a good day, now it felt sad, not totally sad, bittersweet, I suppose. Sad that a good day, a special day, was ending but also happy, glad that it had happened. It all felt mixed up for a little girl. But I never forgot that feeling, glimpsing the low orange sun, a good day ending. Last night, a bright sunny fall evening, Rob and I drove out to a country market after he finished work. He picked up MacDonald french fries for me and grocery-store cooked chicken pieces for himself and we munched as we drove. The whimsical market is outside under awnings and has maybe a dozen stalls. It spoke completely to my soul. While we were there, a young woman emerged from the woods behind with a wicker basket in her hands full of grasses and greenery. I pondered a new mug from the pottery stall (Up At Dawn Pottery) but we have tons. Still I wanted something. Then I noticed the bowls. We bought two of these beautiful blue bowls. And I knew they’d hold more than cereal and chips. Day 261 Drive to country fair buy bowls to hold memories evening sun sits low Day 18 of Effy’s blogalong
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Angela F
9/18/2021 10:09:51 pm
What a nice memory to share. That bowls looks dreamy and a shimmer to it. xoxo
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9/19/2021 12:34:49 am
The bowl is beautiful - such a heavenly colour. And thanks for sharing the memory: it made the bowl even sweeter.
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9/19/2021 10:55:01 pm
such a quiet, lovely moment. thank you for sharing.
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