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Buttercups. Friday January 20, 2017

It was a simple thing really.

A quick glance into a shop window as I was rushing by, something just catching my eye and making me stop.

There was a beautiful display of fine china with delicate buttercups climbing along the plates, cups and mugs on spindly thin green stems until their yellow petals reached the top and held their pretty faces up to the sunlight high overhead.

It reminded me of the field of buttercups that had been behind my childhood home.

Sometimes when I had opened my bedroom curtains and blinked away the sleepiness of the night I would be amazed at the brightness of them, the sunlight seemed to turn the world golden and I used to stand and watch them entranced, swishing gently in the summer breeze.

I loved the buttercups and often picked a small bunch for my mother who used to hold one under my chin to see if I liked butter! It seemed such a funny idea, but I loved it when I looked in the mirror and saw the golden glow on my skin. How we used to laugh together. Then she would tuck one into my hair and say 'off you go Miss Buttercup'.

I stand there in the busy street the reflection of myself in the window smiling with me at the memory. Poor mum had died when I was a child; I still had my wonderful memories of her but missed her so much.

As I turn to go I catch a glimpse of a figure just behind the display pointing to it with the shop assistant, lucky lady I thought she will enjoy using that it's such a happy flower.

I remembered my chores and set off along the high street, so much to do all the time, so many things to get done and time was always against me! I was so busy rushing along I bumped into a small elderly lady almost knocking her and her shopping trolley over!

"I am so very sorry" I gasped but she assured me she was fine, she smiled at me. "I was miles away" I said; "I really hope you are ok?"

"I am" she replied, "but you seem to be in such a rush all the time!"

I watched her go and wondered why she had said that I had never seen her before! She was quite right though, I realised I was always rushing around not seeing anything properly making lists, keeping appointments, life was just so very busy!

I decided to to stop for a coffee and went into the next cafe I came across. I ordered and sat and watched the busy street, a never ending surge of people, traffic and noise. I sipped my coffee and was surprised to notice my cup had the same delicate buttercup pattern on it. How odd!

I looked up and stood there in the window was the elderly lady whom I had almost knocked over! She was smiling at me; I watched her turn to walk past and noticed the box of buttercup china in the top of her trolley I felt a shiver as something fell from my hair onto the table.

It was a beautiful perfect buttercup.

Jayne
A Moodscope member.

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Comments

Anne Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 5:24am

Oh Dear,

how beautiful and how sad. I lost my beloved Grandma some years ago and still miss her so much. We should take some time out of our days more often.

Hugs
Anne

Mary Wednesday Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 7:07am

Nice bit of writing, Jayne. Yes, we all need to take time to smell the buttercups!

Mary Wednesday Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 7:10am

Oh dear... just reread my comment and it sounds (to my critical eye) rather condescending. Please, it really wasn't meant that way. I really did enjoy this blog. Your descriptions are beautiful and this piece stands alone as a lovely and poignant short story.

LP Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 7:51am

Hi Jayne what a beautifull piece of writing! As if your mother and guardian angel lwere ooking out for you in such a lovely way.
A wonderfully positive way to express so many feelings and yes a reminder to take time out and slow down. Thank you! Love and light to all LP xx

Jul Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 8:34am

Hello Jayne. This is lovely and you write so beautifully. I've been away for a couple of days and lovely to come back to this. I did read Mary's and Gardener's blogs but was unable to comment. They were great blogs too. The day after my mother died, well the day after the funeral actually, a butterfly landed on my shoulder and stayed there for a few minutes. I took this to be a sign that she was Ok and happy. I am not a person for "signs" but decided I would be that day. We do rush around too much and my mind especially rushes around. So thank you for this reminder Jayne that I should slow down. I shall try to trundle and potter today. But of course I am one of the lucky ones in that I am not working so can for the most part structure my day myself. Julxx

Lacey Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 9:55am

Hi Jayne
I loved your blog;very simple and to the point......AND spooky...!!!
It just shows us that everything happens for a reason even having a coffee to stop and watch the world go by.<3
have a wonderful weekend;I imagine that your memory of that day had a profound effect on you and that you will remember it for a long time,spooky or not (nice spooky ;-))
I'm off to Norfolk to a retreat with mindfulness,yoga and chillaxed folk!!

Rupert Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 10:00am

What a lovely and touching story. I was only thinking the other day how I must slow down and give time for reflection or even just me. This thought came crashing back to me yesterday when I rang the dentist to cancel my emergency appointment because I was too busy at work! What ridiculous lives we lead or are we living or just subsisting! Rupert

Jul Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 11:22am

Hello Rupert. I used to do that sort of thing so often when working.It was like work had a spell on me. Julxx

LP Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 11:48pm

Same. Mid January, freezing, problems with hot wayer, have an appointment from an engineer booked for Monday pm. Dont feel I can take the time off...

The Gardener Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 1:28pm

Jayne, please excuse me. Had a dreadful morning, just off to do church flowers - picked up last post from Lexi yesterday - and don't want her to miss a reply, not everyone, it seems, has the habit of returning to yesterdays blogs. Don't do a degree on line, too lonely. And, as for being the old lady in the class, cash in on it! We had the welcoming speech from the Dean, explaining practical matters, then he came to our 'personal' tutors, and how we went to them for everything. So, off I popped to his room - super guy - urbane, an authority on somewhere near Nepal (Bhutan, I think), and younger than I. I introduced myself. What did I want? Well, if I have money or boy-friend troubles, I'm to come to you, so I thought we ought to meet. His reply was unrepeatable, we became excellent friends, and I've just remembered a book he encouraged me to write about a sort of 'This is your Life' saga which started in Australia. Oh, for some time and peace.

The painter Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 1:32pm

What a beautiful story - you actually made me cry at the end. x

A Suitable Handle Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 6:05pm

Jayne! I've been lurking for months, not feeling the energy to reply to any blogs. But I had to resurface for this -- what an absolutely beautiful story. It gave me chills when it reached the end. Thank you so very much for writing it and sharing it!

Jul Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 6:43pm

It's good to see you A Suitable Handle. I hope you begin to feel better from today. Let us know how you are if you want to. No pressure though. Many of us slip in and out of Moodscope which is one of the beauties of it. The word Beauties looks wrongly spelt to me but the spell check hasn't put a red line under it.. It's weird how that happen sometimes. Bon Courage A Suitable Handle.Julxx

The Gardener Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 7:00pm

Jayne - just got back to the actual blog. Mystical? Surrealist? Can't think of the mot juste. A like experience for us turned out realistic. We were celebrating New Year in Goa, fabulous hotel, fabulous party - even to welcoming elephants caparisoned in silk. We'd just got our first course, when the monsoon arrived, first time so early in 40 years. We all ended up with picnic food on our laps, but clinging to our expensive wine. At midnight the skies cleared and we went out for fireworks. Indians have never heard the word 'safety'. I did not know if my glorious dress was fire-proof, so was ready to jump into the nearest lake, swimming pool or sea. We met a couple, he Indian, she very glamorous European. We fell into an easy conversation - they were staying in the next hotel - said we must meet again and asked our names. When she heard it I thought she would collapse. Her husband's company had worked with ours for 30 years. He had died of a botched operation - we had last met on Cap d'Antibes where they were tax exiles - and she was living in Monte Carlo with the Indian guy. We spent the rest of the holiday together - as she had some of her family with her whom we had known as kids. Lacey, I'm chilling out my own way. Our doctor reckoned a break-down was near for me - in fact I've had three days not really there - sleeping when a chance, not eating, bitterly cold, and still having to deal with rooves damaged by tempest and Mr G. I am now convinced someone has installed an auto-pilot in my brain - I don't act, I re-act. Buttercups, oh, the fields of our childhood, before modern farm HAD to take over - now, the only yellow is the loathsome oil-seed rape. Thanks for the blog - definitely different!

Tutti Frutti Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 8:20pm

Gardener If you are seriously still feeling as bad as you were when your doctor said a breakdown was close I don't think you can keep carrying on looking after Mr G using auto pilot. Go back to the people who helped you before Christmas and contact your kids. You can't possibly soldier on on your own while you are ill. Sending hugs as well as the dogmatic stuff above. Love TF xoxo

The Gardener Fri, Jan 20th 2017 @ 9:09pm

TF, thanks so much for your kind interest. For the last month at least family, nursing staff and Doctor have been trying to get through to Mr G that it is in both our interests to keep me well - they are also trying to appeal to any feeling which may rest. Our mild Korean doctor was positively fierce. The trouble with advanced alzheimer is the introspection, acute anxiety and self-pity. So, if I am under the weather no letting up on the dependency but even more 'who is going to look after me'. My system of going to bed and leaving notices in the window seem to work - week respite from next Friday - and, all the time it gets lighter, the nadir of Christmas is past. Thanks for the virtual hug, reciprocated. And, Jayne, hope a little appertained to your blog! xx

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