Everyday beauty

On a foggy morning recently I discovered all these cobwebs. Without that crystal dressing of dew they are almost invisible.




Nature's chandeliers.

What clever creatures.

Wonder full: something for the senses

Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....

Something to be thankful for.

A creative need that will find any resource to fulfil it. An amazing soul.

The birthday that nearly wasn't

It was Dada's birthday was this past week only he's been so busy it took three days before we saw him for long enough to share it with him. We adults had a dinner organised, Surprise!  A few family and friends gathered to celebrate, babysitters aplenty, and enjoyed each other and made light of the empty seat.

The kids and I raced around like sillys on the day and then deeply exhaled when it wasn't to be. We made the cake. And wrote in the mess on the floor. We continued to ready the next day then deeply exhaled again. We iced the cake. (We did allow ourselves to nibble a little cake trimmed off before we iced it) 

These little people have been so admirably patient. 
So, in the meantime there have been many other goings on.

Because really, there's alot of excitement around such days when you're little but perhaps a little less fanfare when you're older. It's nice to have that excitement there to share.

Then we sang and ate and shared plants and flowers as gifts. Happy Birthday!

Preparations

We are about to embark upon this journey. We are so fortunate for so many reasons to be able to do this. The planets did line up for us. Wow. 

In a few weeks we will begin a five month journey, basing ourselves in England and exploring a little and sometimes just being, a little. 

We hope to spend much time with family and alot of time as a family.

But right now we are in this odd state of completely and utterly living here whilst knowing in a few weeks this home will be lived in by others, with very little trace of us. We continue to bake, and knit and be with friends and family and our babe takes more independant steps each day.

Soon our hourly, daily, weekly habits will be changed, and for a short while our body clocks upside down. We have just had the Winter soltice and will soon be wandering around very close to the Summer one.

But while we are here we do the little and not so little preparations that are neccessary. Often that means all of us, like trying out the porta-cot, other times just Mama or Dada. There are times when I feel overwhelmed by the day-to-day because the week-to-week seems monumental. At these times Granny's voice helps me through..'Do your best and leave the rest, it'll all come right some day or night.' And it will, because no matter how much dirty washing there is we are off on a journey. And plus there'll be plenty of dirty washing to keep us occupied there too!

Continue.

The one she's been waiting for

Oh, so patiently. 
And then sometimes, not so patiently.
Mama. Have you finished my dress? 
Nearly. 
Have you done the pocket?  My pink love heart?
I just have to sew it on. 
OHHHHHH! (in perfect four-year-old manner)

When it was complete it was worn immediately and has been again, many times since for varying activities, including cuddling guienea pigs (namely, Ginny and Piggles...).

I think she loves it. She seems to put it on alot. I wonder...if I put a pocket on all the things I knit maybe she'll love all of them. She told me she needs that pocket, it's for her treasures. (Ravelry link)

And there are alot of treasures everyday with this gatherer child. Just like her Great Grandmother and Aunt before her, she carries on a wonderous tradition. 
Mama will make as many pockets as you like My Love.

Wonder full: something for the senses

Something to hear, something to see, something to smell, something to taste, something to touch, or something to know....

Something to be thankful for.

short tales
the other morning while Dada was having a little lay down in front of the warm fire after a busy and long day previous little man Autumn was talking with him and playing with his face (as children do).
'You got stripes.' He says, running his fingers across Dada's forehead. 
Us big people call them wrinkles or creases. Oh, to see the world through the eyes of a child.


(...perhaps we are not aging...but changing, into creatures; caterpillers, tigers, zebras, fish anything apropriately stripey or otherwise patterned...maybe...)

Black Cherry Lady

These went in the post on on Tuesday and arrived at their destination yesterday. They are a little late. 
They are a birthday gift for my wonderful sister who so cleverly makes words come to life on a page. She paints pictures, with words. A recent converstaion let me in on the fact that those tapping fingers were feeling the cold when hard at work, immediately I pictured these gloves. (Ravelry link)That's what stash yarn is for, right?

Born in the heart of our winter months birthday celebrations were wintery and rugged up and somehow, she always got a public holiday for her celebration. The whole nation celebrated her coming. Only they didn't know, they thought it was the Queen of England's birthday. I knew though.

Little lady spring happily modelled these for us. 

And we decided to include a few crocheted flowers for her to sew on if that's how she saw these gloves to be. I thought that would be a decision best made by her. I had faith that if they weren't added to the gloves they would've found a home somewhere else. She's clever like that my sister.

Love you Tanti