Monthly Archives: March 2013

summer dreams

our hired fishing boat, Dorset, 2006

our hired fishing boat, Dorset, Summer 2006

I long for you oh bright sunshine

I long for you oh clear blue skies

I long to be in the red boat out to sea

I long to be in the aquamarine waters

I long to shake my winter blues away

I long for the wintry months to leave me

I long to be out there again

I long to be jolly in the sun!

(from the heart of Hibiscus Rosa Noor)

victorian school


Now that spring is kind of here, we are back to being active. As a home educator (yes, I teach my own children at home at primary level), I try to get my children involved in as many activities as possible, apart from focusing on the core subjects at home. We are very fortunate as we have quite a large number of home educators in our region. The most recent activity we attended was a Victorian session at one of the local museums. The children were exposed to the Victorian way of life and education. They got to dress up and experienced a real Victorian classroom scenario as well.

I have always been fascinated by the Victorian era, times were hard back then and life was harsh for the majority of the people, including the children. If you read Dickens you will know what I mean. To experience it first hand is a wonderful exposure for the children of course, I try not to miss opportunities such as this. Below are several pictures captured during the session, a journey well back in time. We’ll be busy with more educational and recreational outdoor activities once the weather perks up a bit more. Right now it certainly looks like spring is trying to push its way further but winter is reluctant to leave somehow! It’s no wonder we’re down with coughs and colds and other bugs at the moment, praying for some real spring sunshine by my next post!

listening intently

listening intently at hands on session

my Victorian girls

my Victorian girls

engaging the children

engaging the children


inspection before entering Victorian classroom


teacher was thorough and strict, like a true Victorian!


class entrance


a scene in the classroom at the end of session

return our Victorian outfits

return our Victorian outfits

a well deserved break at the  end!

back to the present, a well deserved break!

spring delight


You know those special people, the ones that touch your life in remarkable ways. They come into your life and leave footprints in your heart, only the way that a true friend can. That special friend, who seems not a separate person however dear and beloved, but an expansion, an interpretation of one’s self.  It’s one of life’s greatest blessing, a true friend.

one of my oldest and dearest friend, my spring delight!

my beloved old friend amidst the blooming daffodils, my spring delight!

Just as I was getting excited by the signs of spring as reblogged in my previous post, another spring delight appeared! This was in the form of one of my oldest and dearest friends, we go way back since our teenage years at boarding school. We are talking about three decades of friendship here, you could say a life time one. She was on a short work trip in London, but managed to hop on the train to spend the weekend with me. The last time she was in England was during her undergraduate years, she studied at one of the universities here. I met up with her every time I returned to my homeland, along with a few other close friends.

Even though time and distance have separated us all, we still connect like we did in the past each time we see each other. With this bunch of friends I feel most relaxed and at ease, we can tease or advise each other without getting offended. Nor do we judge or envy each other beyond reason, we accept each other’s positive points as well as the flaws. We’ve also been there for each other through many ups and downs over the three decades of our friendship. As one grows older I believe one tends to have lesser friends. I am not talking social media friends here of which you can collect hundreds. I’m talking about true friends; who knows you inside out, who’s there for you through good and bad. The one you can call at anytime to moan or cry or laugh with in private.

I am so grateful for these few treasured old friends I have, I pray our friendship lasts forever. As for this beloved friend of mine in the above picture, she’s always been extra special. Maybe because she’s the tiniest out of us all (she still is!), I’ve always felt the need to protect her from the first time I met her. But in reality, she’s the stronger one, who’s always been there for me, the first one I would call when I need a friend other than my husband. I think a woman always needs a close female friend, just as she needs that comfortable pair of shoes or handbag!

Thank you for coming my dearest friend, for sharing those precious hours with me and my family. And for being so sweet and thoughtful of whether my hubby minded her taking my time away from him and the children whilst I accompanied her shopping. You are certainly one of my life’s greatest blessings! This song below is especially dedicated to you and the rest, thank you for the three decades of meaningful friendship, love you all forever! 😉

coming home


Where thou art – that – is Home. –   Emily Dickinson

The light is what guides you home, the warmth is what keeps you there.  –   Ellie Rodriguez

Peace – that was the other name for home. –   Kathleen Norris   

Where we love is home – home that our feet may leave, but not our hearts. –   Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.

To know after absence the familiar street and road and village and house is to know again the satisfaction of home.  –   Hal Borland  

 A man travels the world over in search of what he needs and returns home to find it.   –   George Moore   


the man is happiest where his heart is


with his loved ones


England, our home, winter 2013

England, our home, snowy February, winter 2013