What if I’m a blossom tree? That’s the thought that keeps returning to me lately, as the roadsides light up like impossible pastel fireworks on the way down into the village; as Rory works out his notice and our entire financial future rests in my sleepy, distractible hands. Destined to bloom brightly then fade in a flurry of
These are the days that we came here for. When the sun warms our bedroom at the top of the house while the dawn chorus works itself up to an orchestral cacophony. And we dig out the sun cream from the dusty recess of the bathroom cabinet, noting the changes to tiny pudgy hands and
Pink is the colour of my little girl’s happiness; Pink is the colour of her princess dress. Pink is the colour of the ’95 champagne that’s chilling in my fridge. As a mum to a 3-year-old girl, I fight a constant, quiet battle to keep the level of pink in our lives to a sensible
What do you mean it’s April?! Somehow, despite acknowledging April fools day & escaping unscathed, it still didn’t register that this meant March was entirely over. Better hurry up and write this post! (Click the pictures above for full size) ONE. Every year our little village enters (and wins) a ‘village in bloom’ competition – usually
Thank f*ck it’s spring. I mean really, winter. Don’t let the door hit you, etc etc. Is it just me? I don’t even feel like this winter was especially long, but it’s slowly started gnawing at my soul. I generally quite like the colder weather; I’m a big fan of the snow & log fires
A funny thing about my life/job these days is that I’m frequently called upon to make regular trips to London. “Regular trips to London” is a phrase that sounds incredibly casual, but in my head it’s still kind of a big deal – not least because I have convinced myself that I am the imminent
Born out of my slightly Pagan love of rituals & seasonal foods, combined with my vague dislike of regular hot cross buns – are they sweet or savoury? bread or cake? Perhaps it’s just me, but there’s something eminently disappointing about a bun that tastes like the worst bits of Christmas cake & toast combined.
ten ways I am embracing spring (in February, but whatevs) planting flowering bulbs in the frost-thawed soil lounging (& snoozing) in soft patches of sunlight skipping about in these pastel pink shoes stuffing daffodils into old milk bottles on sunny windowsills reading these poems by the wonderful Mary Oliver washing the windows so the light
I first collected some saplings in spring, expecting them to live a few weeks like cut flowers. Instead, they kept on growing, and I’ve had mini trees on my windowsill ever since – with, admittedly, a few casualties along the way. Here’s what I’ve learned: Collecting The best time to collect is early spring when