Hope Scribbles

thirty for a month

Hello again, dear people who read Hope Scribbles. I haven’t written a lot recently. And by “recently” I mean, well, since April. If you’re still reading, thank you. I appreciate you being here!

Since I last wrote I’ve turned thirty years old and graduated too.

My life has been full of lots of little, everyday blessings too. Maybe I’ll write about some of them here. I don’t seem to have a lot of words at the moment, not for blogging, although I’m busy with a writing project.

Anyway … I’m pleased to report that (predictably?) it’s possible to survive turning thirty and not nearly as stressful BEING thirty as thinking (and worrying) about being thirty!

I think my motto for this new year and decade has been expressed beautifully already:

“So breathe it in and breathe it out
And listen to your heartbeat
There’s a wonder in the here and now
Its right there in front of you
I don’t want you to miss the miracle of the moment …”

(Steven Curtis Chapman)

The wisteria season is over for another year. Wisteria makes me think of dreams come true and home baked bread and Jane Austen heroines. I like to think that these pictures captured a little bit of the beauty of the blooms.














a princess moment

In recent years, the princess ideal has received bad press in Christian circles. Maybe too many years of Disney princesses have taken their toll and we equate princesses with entitlement and some foolish risks involving fiery dragons, poisoned apples and enchanted beasts. The general consensus seems to be that princesses are, if not actually evil, definitely undesirable because being a princess is all about “pink” and “glitter”.

As a British subject, however, I have a different perspective on princesses.

Being a princess isn’t about wearing glass slippers or having a walk-in closet full of tiaras.

Read the rest at Kindred Grace …


Picture Credit: Jenni Marie Photography

an apricot-coloured kitten (and other stories)


I found a box of birthday cards from family and friends and remembered that I’ve been well loved over the years.


I met an apricot-coloured kitten the day before yesterday. She’s new in my village and I think she’s probably a Christmas kitten. She looks like a teenager now. She met me when I was walking home. She pranced out of a garden and followed my down the road, mewing, wanting to play. She met me again yesterday. She poked her head through the bars of a garden gate like a princess looking out of a castle window. She pranced into the road and popped her pretty face out from under a car. I’m not a cat girl and I prefer tabbies to gingers, anyway, but an apricot-coloured kitten may steal my heart.



The early season for salad is here and suddenly there are lettuces and tomatoes, radishes and onions, cucumbers and peppers to eat!


Someone asked if I’m going to be writing and publishing any more books now that I’ve finished my degree. It’s a good question! I think I’ll always be a storyteller, but I don’t think I’ll always be an author and / or a publisher. I may be wrong, but these are my thoughts at the moment. I published The Abolitionist in early 2012. There are three books that I’ve been writing since late 2012 and throughout 2013. I’d love to share them with you in 2014, but I’m just taking a bit of time to catch my breath after my degree, so I’m not promising anything yet. Watch this space …



My family’s apple trees are bursting into blossom and the beauty and delicacy of the greens and pinks and whites are stunning.

Do you have any everyday stories to share?


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