just because we can’t see it…

I am sitting at my table, I am eating a late lunch, I am looking out the window: the light is clear, the sky is blue, the leaves flicker the brightest of greens in the sunshine: it seems idyllic.

from my window

Each morning when I comb my hair I twist any stray wisps together and float them off through the open window in the belief that they will be found by some sharp-eyed avian and soon be lining a cosy nest.

…looking forward…looking back…

It’s lovely to welcome some new small people to the planet – several young friends have had babies this year, beautiful boys and girls, twins and singletons – congratulations to you all!

art and sole

Unusually for me I’ve fallen in love with a pair of boots!

pattern’s in the air

A lot’s happened since I last wrote – where to begin? I’ll start at the finish.

spring forward

Until this time last year I had never once applied for a job.

trouvé!

Staying with Devon Granny in the holidays had one particular upside – breakfast!

“The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.”

I’ve been thinking about William Blake’s idea that the natural home we build for ourselves is constructed of friendship rather than bricks and mortar. I like it.

the lay of the land

Flying over Newfoundland (the Newfies put the emphasis on the land part of the word) I looked down on countless lakes and forests.