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Auriisms #2

by Lydia August 6, 2023

“I’ve got combs in my hair and they won’t go,
Spirits in my hair and they won’t go…”

The lyrics to “Spirits” by The Strumbellas, as sung by Auri.
August 6, 2023
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Two fly agaric mushrooms nestle in woodland undergrowth.
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Accidental Ramble

by Lydia August 4, 2023

Today, we had one of those lazy family walks which turned into a two-hour ramble. Auri kept saying, “I’m having too much fun!” and Elfi kept laughing and chattering away. The promised showers hadn’t really come to anything, and it was still, warm and calm. We are in peak mushroom season right now, with several varieties popping up in different parts of the woods. Auri knows not to touch any, as I’m not confident enough in my identification, but keeps reminding me that our friend Daša knows which ones we can collect and eat so she’ll be doing that with her one of these days.

August 4, 2023
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A framed artwork is propped up against a piano, with books piled on either sides.
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I Wonder If You Can See Me

by Lydia August 3, 2023

I have had my eye on this, by Jane Glue, for a while, and I finally decided to buy myself it to mark the end of my maternity leave. It arrived this morning, and I couldn’t love it more.

August 3, 2023
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Auriisms #1

by Lydia August 2, 2023

“And one thought crystallises like an icy blast:
I’m never going back, the pasta’s in the pan!”

The lyrics to “Let It Go”, as sung by Auri.
August 2, 2023
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Sunshine filters through into a wood of Scots Pine.
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All Change!

by Lydia August 1, 2023

And it’s all change for August! A beautiful day, and a walk filled with pale, dappled sunshine in The Pinewood. Elfi has now started nursery, Auri has two weeks left before starting school, and I’m officially on annual leave rather than maternity leave now.

August 1, 2023
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A young girl and a man stand next to an obelisk in some very green, very rainy woods, staring off at something in the distance.
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Catching Our Breath

by Lydia July 31, 2023

And… breathe.

A rainy, rainy walk today, though so much greenness! July bowing out true to her form this year, on both accounts.

July 31, 2023
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A young baby smiles delightedly in her pram. In front of her, on the cover of the pram, is a heap of broom petals and a couple of bluebells.
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Gifts of Broom

by Lydia June 13, 2023

The recent rain (three afternoons of thunderstorms, two accompanied by deluges, breaking the heat) has turned the first of the paths through the woods into a broom jungle, the sheer weight of all the water pushing down the whips and closing off the way forward. We picked our way through yesterday, and pruned a few lost branches today.

Auri loves the broom. Whenever we go for a walk, she presents Elfi and me with handfuls of the petals.

June 13, 2023
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A little girl in a summer dress and hat stands in a shallow burn (beck, stream) by a bridge. She is smiling and striking a happy pose for the camera, her hands in the air.
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Mess Jungle Feral

by Lydia June 6, 2023

Resurfacing after a mad two months, half of which hasn’t been spent at home. Catching up with messages and somehow wondering how Elfi is six months already this week.

Current status: the house is a mess, the garden’s a jungle, and the children are feral.

June 6, 2023
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A woman and her daughter smile for the camera in front of a lawn, some trees, and a large white house. It is bright, but looks a little breezy.
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Catching Up

by Lydia April 13, 2023

We are just catching our breath from a busy last fortnight, just in time to rush into another busy month.

Last week, we were all up at Stempster. Euan spent a happy two or three days (mostly) in the Wild Wood, taking down fifty-two and a half trees (the half being some serious surgery to a victim of lightning). Auri spent many a delighted hour on the swing and generally wreaking havoc outside, Elfi was her usual cheerful self, and Scapa got in some much-loved beach walks.

There are several photographs to share, which I suspect will crop up at odd times over the coming few days. But enough of us. How are you all?!

April 13, 2023
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A child, wrapped up in coat, hat, scarf and gloves, kneels in the Spring sunshine blowing bubbles.
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Springing and Sprunging

by Lydia March 27, 2023

Despite the fact there was snow yesterday, and an almost-frost on the ground this morning, I really do feel like Spring has Sprung. It’s here, I know it. Even the chill of the shade today couldn’t overpower the warmth of the sun.

March 27, 2023
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