Oh the horrors of downsizing—Tricia McGill.

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Most of us have done it at some time or another, depending on our age or marital status—moved house I mean.

I am in the process of selling the third house I have owned. I have been in this house 26 years come June 1^st, and I love this place. It was the first one my husband and I saw through from the bare plot to the completed build. Unfortunately, he only lived in it for five years before passing, so as you can imagine, it contains many memories. We laid out our garden together and it is now flourishing and admired.

I never considered downsizing and always told people I would be here until carried out, but the time has come to move into a village where I will be amongst people of my own era and where I will have around the clock security—a valuable asset in this day and age. I have got into the habit of clearing out unwanted stuff over the last few years, but needless to say enough is never enough when you are deciding what to part with and what to keep. I have no children so the job of sorting through my stuff when I am gone will fall to my nieces, and I have no wish to over burden them with going through the process of the big clean up. I have friends with horror stories of the mess their parents left behind—often years and years of collecting what can only be termed as junk.

The selling agents have a word for what we must do to make our home presentable for prospective buyers and this word is decluttering. At first, I felt insulted—how dare they suggest that my beloved bits and pieces, lovingly collected over many years, is no more that clutter to them.  However, I have been zealous in my efforts, and have managed to whittle it down. Some went to friends, some went off in the council waste collection truck, and some ended up in the regular garbage pickup. Oh, then there's the local op shop where one man's trash is anothers treasure.

The worst room to declutter has been my study. In the process of getting rid of stuff, you come across letters, photos or documents that haven’t been seen for years. A while back, I scanned all my photos so they are safely on file to be passed on. After my dear sister passed away, I was left to sort through a massive box load of pictures collected over her lifetime and it took me a while to sort and scan these. The family can do as they please with them, but at least they are all safely there and sorted into years on my computer.

 So here I am, moving on to start a new phase in my life, and looking forward to making new friends. I chose this village because they welcome pets, and I could never think of going anywhere without my two little dogs.

One good thing about changing abode, all remains the same on our trusty computer no matter where we are.

Coming very soon Challenging Mountains-Book 3 in my Settlers series

The Arts are Calling

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I find writing takes me in different directions. While novel writing is central, I have moved into other areas over the years. Screenplays and stage plays were next. I find them fun and fairly easy. More-or-less an outline of a story. Seeing them come to live was cool.

A few years ago I decided to try my hand ad music lyrics. Tricky for someone with no musical abilities. Several times I tried to collaborate with established musicians. Each time it never quite fit. Frankly, I needed to polish up my material. As well, I had to try and put myself in the shoes of the music writer. Hmm. It just didn’t seem to work. A musical friend suggested I simply learn an instrument. Been there. Failed at that. Piano? Nope. However, I wish it were possible. I tried guitar in my mid-fifties. Ouch. My fingers were not flexible enough.

My friend had tried to guide me through getting my head around the feel and rhythm of music.

He had patience but I was lost.

One morning my friend popped by for coffee with a suggestion. Give the ukulele a try.

My first thought was how would my fingers find their way around those tiny instruments. He mentioned that they came in different sizes.

I mulled the option and decided to dive in. Not literally. Ukuleles are made of wood. However, within a couple days I learned the basic four chords. I was quite easy. Next I played around with them. Soon enough I created my own little “tunes”. They were basic, but, they were mine. Quite fulfilling. I put writing songs aside and grew my list of chords. Within a week I could play Four Strong Winds, Let It Be, and a little CCR. Yippie. I have a successful start and a couple sore finger tips. I will wait a few months and begin putting music to my words.

Ukulele lesson time. Coffee cup at the ready. Yes, I know, that is not a ukulele I'm holding. it's a guitar-ukulele. I'll stick to four fun strings, thank you very much.

A Breath of Fresh Air by Victoria Chatham

Rough Winds

Primroses

Writers are always looking for ways to enhance the drama in their plots and the nuances of their characters. Just as we sometimes use the weather to create a mood or direct the way a scene goes, so we can make use of the seasons in our settings and in our characters’ moods. Never mind my characters, I know my mood definitely changes with the onset of spring but, after all my years living in Canada, I still miss an English springtime. My memories are of a gentle segue from the rough winds and rain of winter to the soft breezes and light showers of true spring, of standing on a hillside breathing in the fresh air under a clear blue sky and when the hedgerows began to green, of looking for the wildflowers that sheltered beneath them, snowdrops and crocuses, primroses and celandines. 

Do Shake the

Cheese Rolling

There are also all the events and activities the springtime weather shakes up. Much like those who long for the start of baseball in North America, competitors around the UK can take part in wellie wanging (how far can you throw a Wellington boot?), cheese rolling (chasing a 7-9 pound wheel of cheese down a 1-3 gradient hill), bog snorkelling and wife carrying. There are also the Tetbury woolsack races, guys carry a 60-pound sack and girls a 35-pound sack, which start in one of two pubs and are run up a 1-4 gradient hill. 

Darling Buds of May

May is also the time for Hawthorn, the 'haw' in this instance being an old word for hedge.

White Hawthorn

According to Celtic myth, hawthorn flowers are the most likely plant to harbour fairies which is why Hawthorn was never taken into the house. Its branches could be formed into garlands and hung on the door, or set into the ground outside the house to ward off evil spirits, illness, and death. The young leaves (known as bread and cheese) can be added to salads, along with dandelion greens and elderberry. The berries are well known for their anti-oxidant and heart health benefits. Add garlic for a super boost. Hawthorn once bloomed close to the beginning of the month and was known as the May-tree, the only British plant to be named for the month in which it blooms, but now blooms closer to the middle of the month.

Springtime sets the scene for the rest of the year. It is a time of renewal and hope and, who knows, it might bring ideas for a whole new set of characters and books, like my next Regency romance, coming in July.

A shocking betrayal by the man she has come to trust and begin to love, shatters Lady Olivia Darnley's new found happiness. Will Lord Peter Skeffington manage to overcome the rift between them that he has unwittingly caused? Will she accept not only his apology but also his proposal of marriage? Is there a future for this apparently mismatched pair?

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Photographs:

Cheese Rolling at Cooper's Hill courtesy of dailymail.uk 

Primroses, Hawthorn, from the author's library.

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Quote from William Shakespeare's Sonnet #18