
There is always hope.
There is always opportunity.
Sometimes, you just need to make both yourself.

There is always hope.
There is always opportunity.
Sometimes, you just need to make both yourself.

We all have things we believe in, things we have faith in, places we turn to when times are dire.
Whatever you creed, colour, faith or belief, find yourself that sanctuary you can escape to.
Centre yourself and prepare to face the world again.

Following yesterday’s post, some more evidence that spring is definitely here. Not from my back garden this time, but from a recent wander.
Amongst the desolation, there was still the vaguest of hints that something new, something big, was coming. She wandered through the ruins and rubble, and stopped beside a pile of stones. The barest glimpse of colour among the greyness had caught her eye and she had to go back and check.
Yes, there it was, a tiny blossom, subtly pink, tiny yellow stamen that reflected the weak sun’s light.
She felt a tear run trickle down her left cheek, clearing a path through the dust and dirt she new she was covered in. For the first time is weeks, no months, the tear was a happy one. This tiny bloom, this tiniest of blossoms represented something she had not encountered in a long, long time.
Hope.
As with much of the UK, Somerset has had a pretty damp start to the year (in fact, it’s chucking it down yet again as I type). But, grey clouds notwithstanding, there are signs that spring is on the horizon, and so for my second ode to my new home, I thought I would post some budding new photographs.
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Even on the darkest of days there is a hint of brighter things to come, and he knew this gave him an advantage he would be able to press home. He could show her that things had changed, that he had changed.
He knew that the temptation he had given into has been ill-advised – no, more than that, it had been the stupidest thing he had ever done! – but she had hinted that there was the slightest of opportunities, the tiniest glimmer of hope that he would be able to rectify the damage he had done.
The “slip” – that was what they had taken to calling it – had happened last autumn, and this new spring gave him the hope, the push to start putting things back together again…
It’s time for a new Mass Observation Project post too! With everything going on in the world at the moment, the next theme is going to be ISOLATION.
The idea, as with previous MO posts is to:
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