Monthly Archives: March 2020

A relaxing, calm enclosure


Tuesday 31st March


Tidying the bottom garden

Ready for warmer weather

Sweeping up the leaves

Working hard together


We could have a barbecue

Party when this is over

Right now it is so peaceful

A relaxing, calm enclosure


Thinking of you

Missing you

Remembering you

Love you

Treasured Angel son


Godrevy Lighthouse through the trees, over the rooftops



Monday 30th March














Strange times

Life confines

Behind the lines


Thinking of you my darling

Beloved Angel son


Working on the yoke today.

Thank goodness we have a garden, are able to sit outside and enjoy the sunshine

Stayed indoors


Sunday 29th March


Very cold with a bitter wind

Bright blue skies and sunny though

Stayed indoors, pottering about

Just keeping things on the go

An afternoon of crochet

Slowly beginning to grow


Love you sweetheart

Beloved Angel son


Four flower squares completed

Three of the hearts done

Fiddly, fiddly, fiddly

Mine will be subtle light blues, not the Frida Kahlo paintbox brights

Blue skies and steely seas

Finding new things


Saturday 28th March


Out in the garden

Doing my crochet

Finding new things

To wile the time away

Underneath blue skies

An isolation day

Don’t know what you’d have done

To keep boredom at bay

YouTube and eating

You’d have much to say


Thinking of you

Missing you always

Treasured Angel son


Starting a new pattern this afternoon

Two flower squares completed

View of Porthmeor from upstairs

A chilly north easterly whipping up the waves

Our once weekly trip


Friday 27th March


Our once weekly trip

To the shops today

The queue was long

Stand two metres away

Enter one at a time

Keep the spread at bay

Newspapers and food

Daffodil bouquet

The flowers for you

Our love to convey


Missing you poppet

Darling Angel son


Another low tide at West End, Porthmeor

Waves over Gowner

A couple of walkers on their daily exercise



Tuesday 24th March


Reluctantly stayed away today

I didn’t think it would come to this

Just wanted to stand beside you

Talk, reflect, blow you a kiss


I’m missing you darling boy

Went for a walk, down the hill

Many times you walked this path

Wish you were here, with us still


Precious Angel son


Porthmeor Beach this afternoon

Blue skies but chilly

A few social distancing walkers and surfers

An offshore breeze

Whipping the tops off the waves

Wind blown swell

Looking over the putting green to Man’s Head

Mother’s Day


Sunday 22nd March


Remembering the little things

And all that you used to do

Mother’s Day presents for me

My box of chocolates eaten by you!


A pair of earrings, or boots too big

What thoughts were you going through?

A yellow dress, wrong size, but pretty

Given with love, and a heart so true


Still miss you so, my darling boy

Blowing kisses to a sky, bright blue


Love you poppet

Beloved Angel son


Porthmeor Beach this afternoon, a lot less windy

A few strolling in the sunshine