time passes in a blink of an eye

can it be two years already since Daisy left Earth? I look at the date and yes, two years have passed... in a blink of an eye.

not a day goes by without me thinking of her in one way or another.. whether it be by burning incense she sent me, or the butterflies she sent me may waft in the wind, or I might wear the shawl that SweetPea sent me.. I might see a blackbird in my garden... or I might chatter to her as I work in the garden and sometimes I still read her blog.. gasping with grief because at that moment I miss her more than anything..... (if you go back a few days ago, to the post where there is a purple type orb thing... I do believe that it is a sign from Daisy... Gemma reminded me that Daisy's favourite colour was purple)....Daisy has influenced me alot lately.. and only the other day, when Janet remarked that my post was very similar to the way Daisy had written.. did I realize, that I have emulated Daisy's life... I loved her life so much, I wished that my life was like hers in the UK, wished so much, that it has become mine - I have manifested her life here at Inglewood.. well almost.. as I was working in my garden, I thought of how she absolutely adored Dene Cottage, how she loved her garden and enjoyed cooking, and was content with her daily routine.. how she loved to walk around her area and tell us about it... the list goes on... and that is exactly how my life is now.. I am thoroughly content 'with my lot'.. I love my life.... and then I remembered how she laughingly said in an email to me 'that many people think that I waft around in a flowered dress and floppy hat and Robyn, I must set them straight".....

and here is what she said:

"I would also hate you to think that every moment of my life is perfect, and I spend my days pottering around my garden, in floaty skirts [thought I often do drape a shawl round myself and I suppose at times I do tend to gypsy skirts] musing on the missel thrush on the wall. It often is, but I also have the mundane tasks to perform, the changing of beds, the washing, the cleaning. There are days when I feel stressed and am just happy to come home to the cottage and close the front door behind me and give a sigh of relief. There are days when I can feel slightly down, and a little bit grumpy, this usually makes me realise I have been overdoing things 'burning the candle at both ends' as my Mother would say. It is just I try to find extra bliss in all the small things that make my day enjoyable. Silly little things like the feel of my old straw hat on head when I am gardening, the blackbird that is not frightened of me and sits near my feet if I am quiet with a worm in his beak. The sun shimmering through the silver birch leaves, and later at twilight sitting out in the garden as the stars switch on in the sky and the tiny bats come out from the derelict barn down the lane and dart hither and thither. Or on colder evenings sitting in my living room with the rich smell of incense burning, candles flickering glad to be inside. At the moment my most blissful moments are waking just as the first note of the dawn chorus rings out and lying in bed listening as more and more birds join in then turning over and going back to sleep. Some mornings I even get up for a cup of herbal tea and listen to them before returning to bed."
~ so you see, that is exactly how I feel about my life.. it could be me writing this now, not Daisy writing it over 2 yrs ago...... ~

my dear Daisy Lupin - I still miss you
(and I still think it's not fair that she died before i met her in real life)

Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"