Now that we’re over the spendthrift euphoria of securing a very respectable full-time salary (a…

OK, so this cake of the week thing was supposed to start with a bang…

It appears we have more garden than we first thought. The garden we purchased with…

See – it’s not all self-denial around here. This tea and cake thing started in…

(I do hope the lovely dainty pig doesn’t mind me borrowing her blog name for this…

This uncalled for state of alertness has the strange effect of rendering night lucid, orchestral,…

(with a nod to the ever-inspirational Jay Griffiths…) I don’t wear a watch. But I…

My body is a site of charitable giving. It has spent its day jiggling up…

gosh. after a painfully drawn out last few stitches: the fruit of all those pregnant…

to be a mother. to have a reason to rise early, to watch the sun…

Our floor has become the ground for a form of action painting of late (no…

What might have been here: A reflective passage about a mother’s peculiar experience of time….

…we’ve been reading ‘The Gift’ by Carol Anne Duffy, illustrated by the marvellous Rob Ryan……

So we planted some courgettes, and some currant bushes have come our way and sit…

Somehow, amidst the general chaos that has accompanied the arrival of our second little one,…

My first hour entirely alone in six weeks! I almost didn’t know what to do…

We have grand plans for our garden – permaculture, self-sufficiency, chickens, a forest garden… But…

we eat fish and chips with our backs to the town – a small huddle…

I spent the early part of March eyeing the pregnant ewes in the field opposite…

  …these damp patches are becoming rather familiar, comforting – a warm message spreading intimately…

She came sooner than I’d allowed myself to expect, and so quickly… but so perfectly….

          It’s a sort of artful, productive even, twiddling of thumbs……

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