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Once upon a dream . . .

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This beautiful sight appeared before all of us in the meadow and beyond on a cold, blustery Saturday as Autumn made itself known last week.
It stayed a while and in those moments it was as if it was lighting up the meadow just for us. We stood, smiled and marvelled in the middle of the radiance, feeling the rainbow's colours soak our chilly skin.
Not all moments can be planned and sometimes that's a good thing. Sometimes the most beautiful moments appear before us so suddenly, and often they're the most unexpected. They're a happy surprise on a day of things not going especially smoothly. Or a gentle reminder that there is a bright side to most troubles, somewhere.
Rainbows have always been a sign of hope for me. They're a glowing example that the world is still a very pretty place, and their magical presence always demands a pause and gaze.
It is in these moments that I remember how far away I was from my dream once upon time. I started keeping a blog, believin…

A country girls dream

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Today I watched my ponies from within my cosy tack room and all felt well with the world once more. Safety is a warming feeling we get within our very soul, yet it can so easily be stripped away from us when something untoward happens . . . today,  my meadowcat sits beside me, snuggled upon his chair, occasionally looking up with an affectionate gaze for a soft head scratch from my obliging hand, reminding me that all is well and good here. Simply trust it.

Every so often the ponies catch sight of me and their ears twitch in my direction, followed by a soft, snorting chuckle in acknowledgment to my presence.

 It is cold outside and our meadow is loosing it’s warm summer glow, replaced by fallen leaves which carpet the ground, and bare patches forming in the branches of the ash, field maple and hazel trees.

The view of woodland beyond is golden and brown and the footpath is showing patches of mud and puddles for jumping in - or trotting through if the ponies decide a quick pace is in…

A special place . . .

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There is very little it seems that is not made better by a stroll in nature, a moment's breathing space in the countryside, where time stands still and the hustle and bustle of life fades into the birdsong.  Shimmering falling leaves spin to the ground, and the seasons changing rhythm carefully encourages you to dance along with it. The mornings are crisp. The nights dark and cold. But the sunsets are something special and the sunrises beautifully uplifiting to our tired souls. 
Early morings in the meadow, hot coffee in chilly hands, warm pony snuggles and kitty paws jumping onto my lap . . . To me, this is precious wrapped in a pretty box just for me.
 It seems whatever is going on in my mind or outside of it, coming back to my sanctuary, the little pocket of wildflowers now forlorn, my hazel tree, sheltering field maple and trusty river jetty - these natural beauties in the meadow I call my second home, are the best therapy anyone could hope for. 
Everything is made better her…

Chapter 10 ~ Sweet self belief in October

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Isn't it amazing how just like that, Autumn begins to take it's rightful place. October greets us with conkers, falling leaves and fluffy pony coats, and then we whisper farewell to the transitional month that is September.
There is a gentle force at work which turns the seasons round each year . . . Greenery fades away, mud surfaces and all the pretty colours of summer transform to orange,  gold and brown.
We often change our colours too at this time of year. That need for warmth and cosiness takes hold; slow and steady is needed now, not staying up with the sunlight way into the late evening.  Our clothes soften from bright and sun kissed to eathy and snuggly. And so, October moves us into Autumn with a swift yet gentle awakening.  
The little lamp at my bedside table goes on that bit earlier now, filling my room with those warming Autumn colours we all adore so much. I come in from my little world of fading green and muddy boots, residue from Meadow life, and am comfor…