It's been a year since I last posted on this blog. It's one of those things. I started with good intentions, taking up a challenge from my friend Thathu, in the Maldives, to blog for 30 days about the place where we live. Mine lasted 12 days and I fell by the wayside.
Well, in my defence, I did better than her. She only lasted a few days.
So I thought I will take up the blog again this year. Let's see how far I get. :-)
Dear Thathu,
It has been a year but my love for this town has grown immensely since then. I have discovered new places, new walks, moved house and fell in love with the town all over again.
It's one of those English towns that grows on you. When I have friends visit me, they don't find anything special about the town at first. "It's just another town", they laugh at me, in a polite sort of way. But then after a few days, they too admit, it starts to grow on you. Slowly but surely. Like the mist rising from the distance, it creeps on you, hugs you, embrace you and before you realise it, you are enveloped by it. Yes, that is Bedford for me.
My jasmine plant. Yes it is massive and in the evening in summer, just to lazy by it, lying in the hammock is just bliss. The fragrance is just mind-blowing.
And not too far from where I live, the beautiful walkways near the Priory Country Park.
Well, in my defence, I did better than her. She only lasted a few days.
So I thought I will take up the blog again this year. Let's see how far I get. :-)
Dear Thathu,
It has been a year but my love for this town has grown immensely since then. I have discovered new places, new walks, moved house and fell in love with the town all over again.
It's one of those English towns that grows on you. When I have friends visit me, they don't find anything special about the town at first. "It's just another town", they laugh at me, in a polite sort of way. But then after a few days, they too admit, it starts to grow on you. Slowly but surely. Like the mist rising from the distance, it creeps on you, hugs you, embrace you and before you realise it, you are enveloped by it. Yes, that is Bedford for me.
My jasmine plant. Yes it is massive and in the evening in summer, just to lazy by it, lying in the hammock is just bliss. The fragrance is just mind-blowing.
And not too far from where I live, the beautiful walkways near the Priory Country Park.
'I Watched a Blackbird'
I watched a blackbird on a budding sycamore
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest were never shaped on spray.
One Easter Day, when sap was stirring twigs to the core;
I saw his tongue, and crocus-coloured bill
Parting and closing as he turned his trill;
Then he flew down, seized on a stem of hay,
And upped to where his building scheme was under way,
As if so sure a nest were never shaped on spray.
THOMAS HARDY
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