Category: childhood

At the Seaside

We went to Hornsea this weekend. It’s where my fiancé’s parents live, so we go fairly often. It’s almost inevitable that we’ll end up on the beach. Even when the kids don’t demand it, I do! And the dog has two walks a day… Continue Reading “At the Seaside”

Baby Steps

There aren’t many more exciting things than baby’s firsts. First words or signs because you realise they have new ways of communicating with you. First teeth, as it opens up new culinary possibilities, and means teething and the pain that goes with it is… Continue Reading “Baby Steps”

Lonely Bubble

The boy pulls my arm Look at this bubble! He cries, and sighs In delight. It sits, unharmed, on the rainy tarmac Wet and round and glossy A perfect hemisphere A ghostly fried egg imitator A final resting place With no predicted pop. It… Continue Reading “Lonely Bubble”

Distracted by the Birds

I often find myself distracted in the kitchen. I’m supposed to be jamming. Making jam, not music. But the pigeons coo, the great tits see-saw whistle, the blue tits chatter and the wrens scold, their huge voices belying their tiny bodies. My feelings war… Continue Reading “Distracted by the Birds”

Solstice Decorating

We’ve not got much money this year so we’re finding new (old) ways to make the place look festive! Big thanks to Leeds Real Junk Food Project Sharehouse for rescuing flowers that were going to be thrown away by supermarkets. We got two lovely… Continue Reading “Solstice Decorating”

Kiddylicious Goodies!

Really excited to be a part of the October Kiddylicious campaign. Ember loves these snacks so it’s no hardship at all spreading the word about how yummy they are! I think her current favourite is the soft apple biscotti, although like any baby, she… Continue Reading “Kiddylicious Goodies!”

Samildánach

Will I have any corn to bring To place on the stone within the ring? Will I have flesh to cut and burn And place inside the bubbling urn? Will I have neeps and spuds and carrots To fill these wide and simmering pots?… Continue Reading “Samildánach”

Summer Jewels

Summer walks with the children.

The Call

White treasure, petals bright Fall from high to small Hands and fingers, softly lands Adoration; springtime’s call.

Not in Bed

I should have put Her back in cot I should have shut My eyes I should have laid In covers hot Instead I stayed And smiled Into tiny sleeping face Into heart, toughness and grace Thinking, ‘This is your place’ My arms, hardly the… Continue Reading “Not in Bed”