I am slowly resurfacing after being knocked for six by a particularly vicious bout of flu. Excepting childbirth, that’s the worse I’ve felt since I had Covid.
Here’s a book of bats – I opened my work notebook on Monday morning to find it full of these little creatures, courtesy of Auri.
Starting today, my brother will be recounting his time on his own on the West Coast of Scotland, referring to his photographs and journals from that time.
“That night, as the sky was beginning to darken, I set up my hammock between two gnarled oak trees, strung my tarp above, ate a quick dinner and fell asleep. I was to stay out in those woods, alone, until December.”
A Fall in Time by Alexander M. Crow.
Back from a weekend camping. Elfi’s first time in a tent! She loved it, as she does anything that’s outside – definitely an outdoors baby.
Our (two-) monthly recap has just been sent out. As always, you can read it here, and sign up here.
Yesterday, I spent twelve hours taking apart my old, rickety bookcases, dusting and cleaning the books, and putting them all on their shiny, new bookcases. This morning, walking into the sitting room was a bit like getting up the day after you’ve decorated the house for Christmas.
Quite the haul of chanterelles!
Starting today, I will be sharing a series of seasonal notebooks, four a year, each lasting a calendar month and following a single theme. The first notebook is Leaves of Poetry.
Today was a butterfly day, with Red Admirals and Peacocks aplenty. There have been so many this year.
Walking to school, Auri and I spotted nine butterflies on a single buddleja bush, with more resting on the stone wall beside.
Family portraits don’t come much cuter than this.
