Saturday 3 October 2015

Comberton Village Show

Last year, new to the village we entered the children into a couple of the classes at the village show, and enjoyed seeing all the exhibits on the day. Though it must be said we completely underestimated how serious such events are! The children wanted to stay right to the end ( we are often the last to leave places! ) and so were present for the prize giving. Sophie had wanted to know how you won trophies, so we explained the points and that the child with the most points got a trophy. " I'm going to get it next year" she declared to which our reply was probably a non committal we'll see!

So when the brochure dropped on the mat this year the kids were on it, the fact it was a busy weekend just before our holiday didn't seem to worry them! Lists were made and plans drawn up, this time they were going for it big time! Several items were started in the middle of packing.

 

Some items they had already made as homework projects, and some such as the photos were taken on holiday.

But on our return with just over a week to go after our holiday there was a lot to do if the were to complete their plans!

Sophie was a girl on a mission and worked really hard to get all she wanted done, in fact we didn't quite finish her list, the vegetable rocket and fruit bird were abandoned! But finally getting her in to bed at 9:30 the night before the shown it was clear she had done all she could. In fairness the other two worked really hard too, and I was really pleased that not only had they produced good items, but that the things they had made reflected their personalities.

 

So Sophie managed 13 exhibits! ... And yes she won the trophy!

It was a great lesson in determination!

So next year we can take it easy ......

 

Oh no ...Now she needs to keep the trophy!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love hurts...

I am by nature a problem solver, a fixer, contingencies stacked up in my head for every conceivable crisis but some things just can't be fixed, they cannot be made better they must simply be endured.

This summer my sister-in-law died from cancer, too young and too soon, the pain and heartache could not be fixed it could not be made better. Grief must take it's course, the pain from losing someone you love cannot be removed even by the kindest words and yet those words bring comfort, we weep together and hold on to each other through the storm.

The Sunday after we lost her was so hard, but activities put out for the children - chalk and a piece of sugar paper were for me the way to find that peace, to put expression to the pain. Gods love will win through, His peace amidst the storm, and for those who have to continue the journey, hope because death is not the end.

 

Carol is at peace now - her suffering over - her battle won.