I did this post in my head so I am hoping as I type it will sound like it sounded in my head on my walk!!!!
3.30 Saturday afternoon, the sun is out and most of the household is feeling tired after our Macmillian cake sale that went on quite late! We had lunch in the garden, already one dog walk but the afternoon sunshine was shouting at me to go out and enjoy it, so with no keen takers for company off the dogs and I went.
But first before leaving I remembered a few days ago I had brought some sherbert lemons, so I went in the cupboard took three and popped one of them straight in my mouth. There the post started being written in my head. Sherbert lemons were one of the sweets I would choose a quarter of when I was a child. We walk to ‘Peacocks’ in Bath via Henrietta park, up Grove street, through the tunnel I always hated, along the river path and up for a reward of choosing a quarter of sweets. My sister would usually choose Bon Bons, either the white toffee ones or lemon ones as I remember, I would either choose pear drops, liquorice comforts or sherbert lemons and my brother would quite often choose wine gums, cola cubes or sherbert pips. So whilst I was out sherbert lemon in mouth a pull back to when life seemed simpler was had. Saturday afternoons I often enjoyed a walk with my Mum and I remember days like this one where the sun shone yet it wasn’t as such warm.
The day before I had made Jam tarts so the simplicity of them yet again pulled me back to childhood times. Despite the gorgeous chocolatey brownies to mention just a few things on offer to go with coffee that evening I noticed so many were drawn in by the simple and quite humble jam tart not just to eat. It seems that simple things even just for a few minutes thought give us just a little break from what sometimes seem tough times.
Whilst up in the fields I unwrapped another sherbert lemon, thinking back again to the times when life was much less wrapped up. The sweets came in a paper bag and usually by the next day they were all stuck together but their was a certain enjoyment of unsticking the sweets.
So the sherbert lemons and jam tarts made me think about how life sometimes goes, rather like the sherbert lemons no-one can really expect to suck on just the sweetness that life offers. At some point you hit the sharp stuff, the same with the jam tart, life sometimes is hard in order to get to the sweet stuff too.
My reminder whilst thinking of these things was indeed to enjoy the simple stuff, things like Autumn sunshine enjoyed nearer to the end of the day. A glimpse of some dwarf cyclamens growing wild on a grass verge that reminded me of my Nan, 15 minutes of putting the world to rights with a couple of guys who you know but not their names and the enjoyment of a cup of tea on returning home.
Some simple stuff, some sweetness all helps don’t you think? Anyone for a sherbert lemon?