October 15, 2015 Colette O'Neill A Christmas Childhood My father played the melodeon, My mother milked the cows, Share this:TwitterPinterestFacebookWhatsAppPocketLinkedInRedditPrintTumblrTelegramSkypeEmailLike this:Like Loading...
Thank you for your beautiful photos and mentioning Christmas. I am in my late sixties, but still an absolute child about Christmas. I hate it when people moan about it, and wonder where they keep their soul.
What is so magical about snow? As a child I would watch for the snow to start, looking out of my bedroom window. There was a lamppost in the street and I persuaded my mother to let me get dressed so that I could stand under the lamp and watch the flakes coming down. I love the way it deadens all the sound, just for a while, nature reigns supreme.
Ah yes, it does deaden the sound…I had quite forgotten about that…so all the senses are engaged! Blessings X