Night

The nights are pulling in, and everywhere I would imagine,

you can hear the sighs of relieved mammas like myself.

As they prepare to re-claim the night. As suddenly after

months of trying to get children asleep at a reasonable

hour-darkness comes and saves the day (or could it be the night!).

Now I look forward to the evenings ahead of child free

time-to knit and sew and write and think. Surely there

should be a small celebration, to mark the loveliness of this

velvety darkness that has crept upon us!

Drawing

For a long time I despaired of drawing. It was something

that other people's children did. But now, as if by magic it has

come to the fore with my children. Ripening in its own time,

into something of a passion. Into something they do together,

of their own accord - for extended periods of glorious time.

Time when I can think my own thoughts and marvel at the

little wonder that is taking place.

Living

For me to truly live is to notice small things. To suddenly stop

really feel and breathe in little extraordinary things.

~Fungi appearing as if by magic, on the way to the clothes line,

on a misty rainy day~

Simplicity

Something stunning, that stopped me in my tracks, in the

midst of a busy day. Something that momentarily had me

transfixed, by its beauty. ~Rain drops on roses~