Letting things be messy

So, this week so far... Lots of playfulness, golden curls, bright eyes, and yes a plastic dolly that is Rowan's favourite thing in the world right now.


Upside down daughters! They are in a space ship, they tell me, going to the moon.

Angelic in an old Christening gown that an uncle wore 50 years ago.

There would be no reading this blog and thinking of my life as a tidy life. Since January I have been properly spring cleaning, and still the washing piles up and the pots need washing and the children get through an inordanant amount of clothing for children who always seem to be naked when I answer the door... This week I have been tackling bookshelves and laundry (again). :)

Pools of golden honey light across the dirty chopping board and scraps of composting. Mama's work is never done. Yet today, she accepts is, rejoices in it.

Light and shade, light and shade, the Spring sun is changing everything.

Littlest one, angelic again in a dress her sister chose, wrinkle-nosed grin that is so beautiful I hurt from it.


Windows open, clutter accumulated. Another space to turn my attention to when there is a moment. A testament to love and chaos and the ordinary. A bag of bolts from a cot long abandoned. A tea-stained treasure map dry and crinkled. A tangle of yarn that may never be unknotted. The peace in those things, always there is peace available.

Feet in paint, squelch.


Fabulous afternoon sunny-day fun. I embrace the messy, the impossible, the process. It doesn't always flow like this. Perhaps it could.


Meal time candles and meal time blessings. Hearty stews still to warm the chill evening, but also there is cake in celebration of those golden daytimes. :)


Much to celebrate, with the Spring. xxx