Many things

There are many things that I could write about. There are many subjects close to my heart that I have wanted to share. Yet somehow, after many years of blogging I have been drawn to document only simple details about my own life. Nothing too personal, nothing too heavy, no politics, no issues, no ideology, just the ordinary moments which make my heart sing.

It is not very interesting. But for me, when I come to write here, or look at the pictures it gives me peace. Perhaps, the small stitches that make up the plain yet functional fabric of my life count for something over time. And hopefully, over time, they will count for something for my children too.

Maybe it is the simplicity and beauty with which we live our ordinary moments that matter most of all in the end.

Pansies, planted by Boo, beautiful and bedraggled, brighten up my windowsill.

Nourishing breakfast: Organic oats with pumpkin, hemp, sunflower and chia seeds, a drizzle of manuka honey and fresh, lemon, ginger and tumeric tea.

A project for Matilda

Wildflower

Boo brought me home a beautiful posy of wild flowers from her walk. 

My favourite kind of bouquet.

Mama Bird

A friend's dog sadly caught a mother partridge so we offered to take the baby chicks that she was brooding and care for them until they are old enough to join a local brood of baby pheasants.

With lots of round the clock care and attention and a heat lamp borrowed from a local farmer they seem to have recovered from their shock.

Boo is Mama bird, of course.

 

A Little Gem

"Mama, I need this sparkly jewel in my life."

A Meadowful Morning

Germander Speedwell affectionately known as Angel Eyes.

Baby Water Snail found in the stream.

 

“We must know that we have been created for greater things, not just to be a number in the world, not just to go for diplomas and degrees, this work and that work. We have been created in order to love and to be loved.” ~ Mother Teresa

Blossom's Magic Key

Don't tell anyone in the whole truthly world.
THIS, is a magic key to an invisible door.
You can't see it!
It goes in the door locker and opens it!
And there is a little bedroom with a wooden bed and a pink, pink heart and a mirror and lipstick that is sparkly.
And no one can see it but ...(whispering) I'll let you see it if you like.

Aquilegia