bluebell & bumpkin

the curious life

Friday, 28 August 2015

 "The important thing is to not stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existence. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of this mystery each day" - Albert Einstein.

A quick Google search on curiosity brings up endless quotes on the power and the joy of the curious life. When we are little, we are naturally curious, always asking, how and why and when, but as we grow older, and settle into an adult life, the gleam of curiosity dulls. We are told, 'curiosity killed the cat', and we stop asking why.

dreaming of autumn

Tuesday, 25 August 2015

 "Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree" - Emily Bronte

At this time every year, I start to think of autumn, of rusty leaves, of boots and short days. Of course, the last days of August (at least in Britain alone) lull us into a false sense of security. As the temperatures drop, cozy knits trickle into stores, and rainclouds appear day after day, I am constantly surprised when September arrives in the company of an Indian Summer,and the boots which have gathered dust over the past six months, have to wait a little bit longer.

hey there, weekend.

Friday, 21 August 2015

With weeks, rather than months left before W-Day, our weekends have become somewhat wedding focused of late (I am loathe to use the dreaded wedmin word, but it does rather hit the nail on the head).

This weekend however, is wedding focused of a different nature. Saturday morning will be spent in the hairdressers chair (never my favourite activity, but needs must) having my highlights done. Still, at least there will be tea, magazines and hopefully a biscuit or two. In the evening, I think there is a certain rugby match which may need to be watched.


Wednesday, 19 August 2015

1 :: Rain. Living in Britain, we spend a disproportionate amount of time talking about the weather, moaning about the weather, praising the weather, analysing the weather, and I've always thought that rain gets a hard-time. Unless of course, it's in the 'rain on the windowpanes' sort of way. I can't be the only one who secretly smiles when I look outside I see the rainclouds. Boots? Yes. Black tights? Sure. Duckhead umbrella? Absolutely.

to find contentment.

Friday, 14 August 2015

There is a saying which I remind myself to remember: "I'm too busy working on my own grass to notice if yours is greener", which by the way, it isn't. It's still recovering from the thirty-odd degrees earlier in the summer.