Let’s Start at the Very Beginning

Gardens mark out time; most obviously through the seasons.  Birth,
decay, beginnings and endings…

My brother, Phil, and I formed a band called The Gingerbread Tree when I was about thirteen.  I sang and occasionally knocked out chords on my Casio keyboard; Phil played guitar and bass.  Over the years the band was a source of ever-changing members with Phil and I always at the helm.  We wrote our own songs ( a combination of punk, indie and pop).  We soundtracked a film called Dream Factory, the script based on a short story by author Philip Caveney, about homeless children living in a cinema.  We soundtracked an education film for The Royal Shakespeare Company to show in schools (who knows what happened to that).  We made an album.  And then we stopped.  For about twenty years, or something.

In 2014, Phil and I decided to archive our musicIMG_2099.  We’ve made videos or, had others make them for us.  The collection is growing and can be viewed on our YouTube channel.  You probably never got to hear us back then; a little band, just a dot in the universe.  Listening again to the songs, makes me feel proud, nostalgic, reminded how everything is part of a never-ending cycle.  Lets start at the very beginning…

Sunshine and Snow

IMG_2393Recently, the weather has got warmer; there’s a real sense of Spring in the air.  It’s hard to believe that only three weeks ago, we had enough snow to bring chaos to the roads.   On the Thursday, we received a text late morning to say School was closing.  Obviously, the children were excited; they spent the afternoon having snowball fights and dragging each other down the garden on the sledge.  More snow fell during the night.  On the Friday, buses were cancelled and  IMG_2408School shut again.  My children made the most of time away from classroom lessons; the boys, in particular, played out for hours from breakfast onwards, building dens and snowmen (experimenting with blue food dye to make eyes).  But the sun shone periodically; standing outside I could hear a constant drip, drip, drip as the thaw began.  For a few days after, the ground was frozen solid making the walk to school slow and tricky.  The last patches of snow took a while to melt but our larger snowman has finally disappeared into a pool of water and I don’t think we will have more of the white stuff now until later in the year.