Eye Candy

The term ‘eye candy’ is one that I came to late in life but I’ve always been a glutton for colour.

Mother had a big thing about ‘eye appeal’ when it came to food and always had a pot of herbs on the go to ‘garnish’ plates that she felt needed a bit of a lift. I loved being the one to dash out the back and bring in a sprig of parsley, some chives, feathery fennel or maybe a mixture of everything and watch her transform plain to picturesque.

These memories of Mother are like interlopers on what I intended to write. Funny how that happens. I guess it’s because she appreciated the little things and life is made up of tiny, tiny moments which we need to appreciate as they are so precious.

So, I will just savour this moment and I hope you stop and appreciate a tiny memory from your day, week, life or loved one who has died but certainly not without leaving lots of shared moments to treasure.

Perennial Astilbe



Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and sense of place.

30 thoughts on “Eye Candy”

  1. Life is made up of memories..We just loss our beloved niece to Alzheimers she was only 56 yrs. We do have fond memories of past years especially when she was a youngster, then as a young woman, a wife, mother , a sister and a friend to all those who knew her. She will be missed..She also loved to garden…

  2. Good timing. I don’t know why, but just the other day I found myself thinking of my mother and how she used to have a vegetable garden. She loved that garden, and we all loved having those nice fresh-picked veggies. It’s strange how such memories work themselves into our minds at the oddest times.

  3. Jean,

    What a beautiful and colorful picture! Thank you for sharing.

    It’s funny how you talk about memories. As I am out and about on these lazy summer days, I am remembering my mother and how we used to sit on her screened in porch and drink lemonade.


  4. Beautiful photograph of a beautiful flower. My mother introduced me to so many unusual flowers with exotic names; Silver dollars, Bells of Ireland, Chinese Lanterns. They are hard to find in nurseries here but I would so love to plant them in my own garden! Thank you always for sharing your touching way of memorializing your dear mother!

      1. Dear Mrs. Tubridy,

        I recently found your blog while searching the web,hoping to find content
        that might be helpful while I’m grieving for my beloved 90-year-old mother.
        She died on january 7 / 2019,and I’m missing her endlessly.

        Meanwhile I have devoured about every single one of your posts.
        Your so very relatable,insightful and well written messages are wonderfully comforting to me during this painful time.

        Besides,I adore the courage and honesty you show in sharing your personal feelings and thoughts in such a public way.
        Usually,I never read any blogs at all.
        Your’s is the first one ever I’ve completely delved into-and have even
        started to follow !
        I love that your blog is so versatile-your pictures for instance are fantastic!-and that one can always feel the impact and presence of your parents,so lovingly including what they mean to you,throughout the topics you cover.

        For me,the experience of reading your – THANKFULLY ad-free!!!- blog was
        like exploring a beautiful virtual garden chock full of soothing views.
        That’s what I want to thank you for in a profoundly heartfelt way.

        I dearly hope that you are as well as possible –
        and that me and everybody else who enjoys your writing and engages with you here,may have the pleasure to see you continuing your wonderful,important blog!

        With all the best wishes for you and your family,

        1. Many thanks for your kind words, Kerstin.
          I am so sorry to hear of your grief following your mother’s recent death. I truly hope that you will come to move from this current rawness to a state when you can look back with a smile on happy times you shared with her.
          Take care,

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