Snow!
Snow is so pretty, but as soon as it hits the ground outside my house it turns into brown and grey slush as it mixes with the grit and salt on the road. Whatever happened to the winter wonderlands we are taught to expect through films, christmas cards and snow globes? Maybe it is city snow that just can’t live up to it’s pastoral counterpart?
Samson and Goliath in the snow just aren’t the same as seeing snow drops and crocuses fighting their way through the elements. I love living in the city, but sometimes the scenery just can’t cut it.
New Blog, New Year, New Me?
So much has changed since I last blogged, I feel like a new woman. That is not necessarily a bad thing. My previous blog, which has now been relegated to the great blogbin in the sky, was full of the pain of infertility and my anger at the world, however, I really want this blog to reflect how I see the world now. We live in a crazy world that is full of wonderful and incredible people and things, stuff to make you laugh or gasp in wonder or even stuff you find mildly amusing.
One of the things I find mildly amusing is the content of scribbling on walls around the city in which I live. It is this that has inspired the name of this blog, Belfast people tend to write their history on the walls, whether through murals, graffiti or ‘public service announcements’. I am not so interested in the murals, if you want to see those you can go on a black taxi tour of west belfast, what is really fascinating are the badly spelled, white paint splotched etchings that proclaim political affiliations, who loves whom and who in the neighbourhood is up to no good.
So my scribblings aim to include these scribblings along with other things I find mildly amusing or at least interesting.
