The mournful clouds oppress my soul. Of course, we have to presume:
A- I have a soul and B – If I have, could it be oppressed. But it’s better than saying, ‘I’m sick of the rain,’ isn’t it? I do know the sun lightens my soul, an indisputable fact. Couple this with awe-inspiring clouds and I’m happy.
I like to lay on the grass, there’s a smell, it transports you to childhood- particularly when freshly-cut. Grass fights with Susan Wright, we were twelve and if twelve-year-olds could be in love? We were. She was the school caretakers daughter and I could see her bedroom window from my bedroom window.
It was a long way away, so our romantic liaisons (if that’s what they were) consisted of switching our lights on and off. Maybe we soothed our physical absence by comforting our souls through the transference of light. Or maybe we were just two kids pissing around with light switches?
Anyway, I love to lay on the grass, watch clouds, smell bar-b-q’s, listen to the chatter of people as they wander past with no comprehension they are overheard. I hum‘Lazy Sunday’ Small Faces.
Gor blimey hello Mrs Jones
How’s old Bert’s lumbago?
(He mustn’t grumble) 😂😂
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I love the smell of cut grass. You’re absolutely right about it reminding you of childhood. I guess that’s the first time we notice it, when playing outside with friends. Something that’s becoming rarer and rarer!
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Sadly you’re right. We used to play out all day until we were shouted in. I once had a student class of sixteen, seventeen-year-olds and only one had a hobby! Thank you for your comment 😀
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Nothing better than lazing on the grass. Until my hay fever kicks in. But you can take drugs for that so it’s worth the risk…
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Oh, yes, definitely 😀
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Purple hearts and spending all day lying on the grass watching the clouds and the people… getting lost a few feet apart from the others lying in long grass having lunched on mushrooms… I’m sure some people must have done that. And maybe they enjoyed it… I couldn’t possibly say.
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I just meant antihistamines for the hay fever, I would never dream of (admitting to) anything else…
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😂😂
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Haha, no I guess you couldn’t 😉
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👏👏😉😘🤗❤🌟
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I mowed the lawn this morning!!! 😉
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😂 Did’ja have a grass fight? 😉
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no one around and a little damp.. 😉
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Lovely snapshot of a memory. One of the reasons I love your blog, Charlie. Less is more. And don’t let the rain get to you: without rain, there are no rainbows.
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Thank you, Pete and guess what? The sun is shining 😎
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I don’t recall having grass fights but, I did spend time with friends playing with clover. We made necklaces and hair bands out of them. There were certain weeds that could be fashioned into little gun-like poppers. Be careful of the bees…they like clover.
And with rain, board games with your friends.
Don’t fret, Charlie. The sun will return. That cloud shot is awesome.
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Grass fights were great we started by throwing it and progressed to shoving it down one another’s clothes and running away. I guess it was a kind of juvenile eroticism 🤪So cool, clover necklaces. I’m sure a girl made me a daisy one – once😉
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Oh,and the sun is back, you must have enticed it lol. After thought – when you wore the clover necklace did the bees chase you 😂
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Yay! Sun!
Sometimes, yes…esp. if I was at my maternal grandmother’s farm. Her next door neighbors were bee keepers. I learned at a very young age that I was not allergic to them. They hurt like hell just the same. My grandmother would always say “Now, don’t you be mad at that bee. Once it stung you, it went off to die.” I’m in pain, my grandmother is putting tobacco on my wound and I’m feeling sorry for the bee. LOL!
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It sounds idyllic but weren’t grandmothers just great, lol. You must have loved the farm 😀
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That farm was my grounding for the first three years of my life. My parents were VERY young when I showed up and I pretty much bonded with my grandmother. I was also born on her birthday.
At some point, my mother made the decision to put me in nursery/daycare instead of leaving me with my grandmother until REAL school. Me screaming & beating on the door of that place is one of my very earliest memories. I clearly remember the rage, the fear and the sadness.
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Interesting (or not) Paula Radcliffe was born on her Gran’s birthday and they were very close. You must have been traumatised 😔 I had to leave the farm at 5 and go to school! But at 3? Taken away from a lovely existence hmm! Still, you survived 😀
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I’m not sure who Paula is but, it is a lovely thing. I didn’t get birthday parties from parents but, I got birthday celebrations with my grandmother…home made cake, too! 🎂
Judging by the memory, it was a huge trauma.
I broke contact with my mother in my early 20s. I’d been around her long enough. She got pregnant on purpose to get out of the house. She had no business being a parent. Neither did my father. My paternal grandmother did a lot for me, too. In fact, for summer breaks & weekends, I was shuttled off to either grandmother…two women that survived the Great Depression.
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What an amazing story, so tragic in one way but a lot of joy from your grandmothers. At least they had experience and integrity by the sound of it 😀
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They had their own issues from their hard lives but, yes…lots of integrity & love.
With the exception of my maternal GM’s first son, born in 1935 (12 years older than the rest), the rest of her kids (my mom & 4 younger brothers) and my paternal GM’s two (my dad & brother) were all of the “Me” generation of Boomers. And, they all acted like it, too. Talk about self-involved… We early Gen X types pretty much parented ourselves.
My tragedy was shared. It’s generational. My entire grad class (1984) has retard parents.
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Yes, a tragedy in itself, so you’re self reliant through necessity rather than nurture!
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Hmmm…half of my comments just disappeared… Stupid phone app.
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I picked up the last one 😀
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We need rain so badly that, when it comes, we stare in awe.
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Wow, just goes to show. I cry lol
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Sweet as, childhood memories 🙂.
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Aww, thanks Ally, pity there was no iPhone could have had more photos 😂
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During my childhood I can remember my father had an old Box Brownie Camera…😅…that was it.
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Haha, yes my first camera was an old square Kodak thing. Have been watching a series where a family live as they did in the 50s-60s-70s- 80s
10 days of each (1 day for every year) It’s quite phenomenal what we didn’t have! 😂
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“I like to lay on the grass, there’s a smell, it transports you to childhood- particularly when freshly-cut”. So true 💜🌟
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Thank you 😉😀
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Lovely. Yes lazy days lying on the grass.
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Do we still have time to just lie on the grass? A pity 😉
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Too much time it’s just the grass seems full of ticks these days!!
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I definitely love looking at the clouds, a good listener too. How is Susan Wright though?
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Ah… well the last time I saw her was in a pub with her boyfriend in 1975, I hope she’s very well and happy 😉
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Lazy day is the best day.
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Oh yes, and we’ve had a few of those lately 😉
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Nice.
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Gorgeous memories, Charlie. I remember one boy who used to pull my hair – others said it was because he liked me!!! I’d hate to think what he may have done should he not have liked me.. 🙂
And clouds – love clouds. I would lie on the grass on my back and watch the clouds go by. Naturally, they would change shape and rabbits, funny faces and dancers would swirl overhead.
You’ve got me reminiscing, Charlie – Not such a bad thing to do on a lazy sunny day! 🙂
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Aww those days when we had nothing to do. Note to self: Must remind kids; it doesn’t last forever 😂
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Summer clouds are delightful, i miss the days i felt ok about watching them make dragons and ships and monster faces.
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Oh yes, the shapes that was fun 😀😀
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❤️
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Great post – took me right back to 1968 – summers were better then, as was the music. I had nothing better to do than play out all day for six weeks in summer and in those days I feared no pollen! 🙂
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Thank you, yes they were great days. Just watched a documentary on a family, lived one week for each decade 50s – 90s and little boy thought it was fab he spent so much time outdoors, unsupervised lol
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I had an air rifle, penknife and Biggles books – much better than a computer game. 🙂
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Oh god yes the air rifle what fun that was but my guider was my pride and joy 😉
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Is that a dialect word, or did you really have a personal Girl Guide officer?
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Haha it was a … I don’t know what you called it? A Go Cart? it was four old pram wheels and bits of old wood you found. 😉
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I’m not sure what we called it, go cart or soap box. We had a near miss going downhill to a T junction with no brakes. Ten years later the same thing happened, but I was in an Escort van.
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Haha 😉
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To be totally honest, the van was smoking from a badly rewired ignition switch and I wa running alongside. My talent for stupidity is greater than my talent for automotive wiring…
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Hmm… think you might have a little competition. Was it the era we were born or can we blame the parents? I once parked a van on a side street (a hill) when I came out of the Co-op it had rolled onto the high street into a lorry waiting at the traffic lights with a group of people stood around in astonishment 😂
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