Last weekend the promise of fine weather had us dashing out of the house in haste! I’m sure we weren’t the only ones! Each time the sun puts his hat on, I hear myself saying ‘this could be the last day of summer’ even though summer waved goodbye ages ago and autumn rolled on in. After checking a list of places I desire to go to on my phone which I have high hopes of being 100% baby friendly ; they must allow my little one to walk freely as that is what she loves to do these days, that
October has a funny way of suddenly happening, I think I say that each year. Yesterday as the baby and I took a walk in the grey half-light of autumn (she slept in the carrier) I spied fallen conkers and watched squirrels chase each other through piles of leaves upon the ground then up and away into the trees which are becoming bare and therefore altering the light upon the landscape, as the light now has wide gaps to pass through. The day begins to yawn and say goodnight at 6 in the evening, pushing our clocks
It’s in the title, the little one insists on me leaving the house, she does not care for a writer’s solitary lifestyle of which I’ve been accustomed to. My misanthropic endeavours have been thwarted by this cute, friendly eager being who smiles at every stranger, beguiling them with her enchanting powers! I find myself talking to strangers (usually other mothers) more than ever and nodding to passengers on the bus as my baby decides to act out a loud, hysterical monologue (god I love her). This little being who can now pull herself up to stand, wishes to do so…all
Well now, hello there! It’s been a while since I’ve written about anything other than my buggy palavar… don’t even get me started. We’ve just returned from a lovely trip in the North to celebrate my brother in law’s wedding in Scotland on Lock Lomand which we then finished off in a cottage in Banburgh, Northumberland where the little one had a fever and experienced her first flu.The poor darling needed extra cuddles, extra feeds and to sleep literally on top of me. The beautiful couple in the enchanting setting of Loch Lomand with a ceremony that nearly had me
“It doesn’t feel like London” I sigh as we leave the train station after I’ve had a grumble on twitter over the lift not working at the station. Since having a buggy, I’ve obviously come across the injustice of an out of order lift, but my upset isn’t because I can’t use it but because I’ve become hyper aware of wheel chair users being unable to use it, it’s not like they can do what I do and lift their own wheelchair for god sake…. But anyway, back to my conversation with the husband, where was I…oh yes, “It could
I’ve succumbed to the Green Finger disease. The one where you obsessively rifle your way through seed catalogues, gardening suppliers, Alys Fowler books and blogs and that’s not enough! I’ve been writing lists of what I want to grow, scrap it and write it out again with gardener’s haste. In a split second, I find myself ordering a plastic greenhouse, in the next, it is up with a cucumber plant rooted at it’s base with a trellis made from cane to climb. Lettuce has been laid out among rosemary, thyme, horse radish, oregano and tarragon. I won’t mention how I nearly cried when I was
Life recently entails; sunshine at last and a dive into the garden with flowers planted and sun adored! Gosh, how long did we all wait for that one?! With the arrival of the sun, blossoms graced our trees, sandals made their way onto feet (not mine, I wear ,boots till June) shorts came out (the husband’s) and smiles brandished grey faces! It’s salad season as we shy away from root veg, we want greens, reds, pulses & watermelons! What else… writing at the desk with the baby on my lap, I’ve been working on an article for a week or so and
Current Read- finally Illyrian Spring by Ann Bridge! And in the hours of Insomnia so as not to wake the husband with switching on the light ( I am good aren’t I ?!) I borrowed his kindle to read Woolf’s Jacob’s Room Yesterday- London was covered in a thick film of glimmering, crunchy frost (dog, frost & bump composition) And today,classic crunchy Snow.
Literature | Review Flight Behaviour by Barbara Kingsolver Climate change, no, it’s not a dirty word; it’s a very real and obvious plight. It’s that ‘thing’ that makes our winters wetter and milder, forcing trees to rot and fruit to blacken; it’s that thing that causes freak snow flurries in April and thirty degree heat -waves in October. We only have to look at our fruit to know that something is not quite right. Did you notice this summer how blackberries didn’t make an appearance until almost August and were short-lived? Or how fruit doesn’t seem to ripen in the
A teeth-chattering chill finally descended upon London this weekend and a beautiful walk in the woods was made perfect by the sunshine which glistened through the cracks in the tree canopy. And the gold, oh the gold and oranges upon the floor and a warming slice of home-made (husband) Ginger Parkin cake in our pockets.