20/06/2026
One of our committee members has had her story printed in the latest TG Newsletter, well done Mo.
The Seasons
We met in March when a cool breeze whipped hats from our heads and blew our coats open exposing our childishness and immaturity. How we laughed with glee hand in hand under the cherry tree that shed its blossoms like confetti on our hair. We dreamed dreams; we experimented with what life gave us. Every day was a play day; a day to discover something new. We were young and carefree. The future meant nothing to us. We married in June as the sun shone brightly and burnt our skin red. Life was like a rich and fruitful garden where we lived amid the kaleidoscope of vibrant coloured flowers that burst forth and we inhaled their overwhelming perfumes. We prospered and were filled with passion for our careers. We built a family and our love for our children shone as brightly as each summer day. We ran to the cherry tree and gathered an endless supply of fruits which we bottled or made into cherry pies. We were sensible and took shelter beneath its dense green foliage when the unexpected summer rains fell in our life. We made the best of every day. The future meant little to us. September came and we sat down under the cherry tree. We reflected on all we had achieved; on all we had seen, and we planned for the dark days we knew lay ahead. Our
grandchildren romped and danced around us like the cherry tree’s falling leaves. We picked up the glossy russet gifts and discovered dierent ways of seeing them, much as we looked at life and found new hobbies and interests to fill our lengthening days. We were mature and wise. The future was important to us. I lost him in December. The cold wind came and stripped the cherry tree till it became like my beloved, a bare skeleton. I stood huddled below its gnarled and creaking branches as I fought to stave o life’s winter chills. And as my beloved was laid to rest, I recalled the beautiful life we had shared, all we had seen, all we had learned and I knew we had lived a full and happy life. I looked at my grandchildren and I knew that even if I never saw another spring they would move forward and thrive just as my beloved and I had thrived in our time. I was satisfied. The future had finally arrived and with it came rest and sleep.
Maureen Bell Frimley & Mytchett TG