summer scenes

Summer days, drifting past like dandelion seeds on the wind... all those laundry flapping, comic reading, garden growing, rhubarb crumbling, lake swimming, jam making days...

last night

Last night, outside but under cover, 10.15pm, tea and homemade cake, candles, fading light and flitting bats, the gentle pitpat of rain. Happiness.

little things

Gently rolling fields, quiet early mornings out walking with the dogs, the odd startled blackbird and the raucous call of the crow. Walking helps on so many levels. Fitness, yes. It's also a time to think and mull and clear out the head space. And somehow it's an immersive experience that is more than the sum of its parts, if that makes sense. It forges a connection to this place as I'm shown little glimpses of life all around me which I find comforting. 

pieces of eight

 

The long days of summer means there's plenty of time for imaginative play undisturbed by adults and pesky early bedtimes. William dug out The Dangerous Book for Boys and the page on pirate flags caught his fancy and before you could say 'land ahoy' or 'shiver me timbers' he and Mide were off in their own pirate world. Wooden swords and maps were dug out and flags and ships' plans were drawn up and there followed hours of piratical play both in the house and out on the seven seas (that would be in wheelbarrows in the garden, for the uninitiated) with plenty of walking the plank and raiding passing boats and enough noise to wake auld Blackbeard himself...