It’s been tricky to find time to blog in recent weeks. There’s been too much scooting and sliding and swimming and berry picking going on and, if I’m honest, employment of conciliation services for the odd loud and squawky holiday ‘discussion’ between the smaller members of the household. I’ve cursed the rainy days when the three of us couldn’t go outside and kick the whatsits out of the pink sparkly football. There are only so many times we can thread beads, ‘do baking’ or build a pretend cottage for a toy monkey.
In the last week or so there have been a few small changes round here.
We’re late arrivals at the sourdough party and our first attempts have been knobbly but I think we’re hooked.
We’ve rummaged for tights at the backs of drawers and put them on.
I’ve been wrapped up in a vintage crochet blanket in recent evenings. At just £18 it was wrong to leave it on the stall.
I’ve started making a new silvery collection.
I’ve noticed some liquid, yellowish sunlight.
I know what most of these changes mean. I know that many of them are good things. It’s old news that despite the good things I’m not so excited about the two seasons to come, especially the second one.
I think it’s going to be OK though. Last year there was the splash of colour project.
This year there is a New Plan.