They are gradually getting there. Just a few more centimeters and their yellow heads might begin to crawl out of the leafy clusters and then, yes then, we will, might have Spring. At the moment the snow is still here, but I hope not much longer.
Describing the clouds would not do them credit But a photo tells all, and now I have said it This morning I noticed something outside was glowing Dawn was breaking and its beauty was showing I dressed in my night gown, it was icy outside Took my phone camera and became a cloud guide The best time of day to make such a snap Then I went back to bed, in the sheets I did wrap.
It is great that today you can copy almost anything with the computer. I just copied this letter from Vita Nicolson, known generally as Vita Sackville-West, the English writer. My grandmother grew up in the Priest’s House in Sissinghurst castle with her 11 brothers. She was the youngest of them all. They were not rich people, all the boys earnt their living as farm labourers and my grandmother worked in the dairy of Sissinghurst castle. Time went on, and the castle came to the hands of Harold Nicholson, an english diplomat, who was married to Vita Sackville West. It seems my grandmother visited Sissinghurst castle. where Vita had made it a garden paradise. In the meanwhile Vita had become a well-known writer and she wrote this letter to my grandmother after a visit she paid to Vita. Of course this was many years ago and I just knew the facts a little from what my father had told me, and my grandmother.
Some years ago I visited the castle and I was quite proud of my grandmother’s history. She was a country girl that met her husband when he was visiting relatives in Sissinghurst. My grandfather was then living in London, Shoreditch, a cockney area and when they got married that became my grandmother’s new home. I often wondered how she survived the culture shock with a move from the countryside to the East End of London. The only trace I found of Vita Sackville-West and Harald Nicholson were their graves in the Sissinghurst church cemetary.
I am Ahmed Abdi, a Wordpress blogger and storyteller who searches for stories that inspire people. I love writing because it’s a reflection of how I perceive the world around me. Lost in a world of endless chaos in my childhood, Unforgettable moments of tragedy and triumphs taught me the art of storytelling where I found myself through letter writing and then turned into stories but then sadly had lost everything I wrote for years. In 2018, I decided to create a Wordpress blog site that would allow me to store and retrieve every piece. Stories from my community, city and people are what make my writing so interesting and inspiring! I’m a tea lover so a cup of tea sometimes makes my blog.
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