Here we are again


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Today, I noticed the sunlight coming in through the glass block in our bathroom in the most beautiful way. I remember the same thing happening about a year ago, snapping a photo of my youngest son, Jasper, gazing at it full of wonder and excitement. So today, when I saw it appear again, I called for him and snapped another photo of his little face smiling in front of the magical light. Now that I am posting this photo, I see that the very last entry I made was of the image of Jasper in front of the beautiful play of light on the bathroom wall 11 months ago.


Baby Brother

A poem I wrote before I had children.

Is this my little baby brother?

I think I’d better ask my Mother.

For I am dark and he is fair,

I have brown curls,

He has straight hair.

My eyes are brown

And his are blue.

I’ve many teeth

And he has two.


Can I be sure this is my brother?

Not a sibling of another?

Did you find him in the street

And take him home for me to meet?

Thinking that I’d share with him

And play with him and care for him

And brush his downy hair for him?

Please return him to his lender

Note attached, ‘Return to sender’

Keep him happy,

Not to mention,

Pay him lots of close attention.

For he will dribble on your chairs,

Pull your hair and chew your stairs.

Cry a lot

And sleep a lot.

Laugh out loud when you are not.

Drop his food and make a puddle

Putting Mummy in a muddle.


But when he’s resting, fast asleep,

I go upstairs to have a peep.

He’s like an angel lying there,

With glowing skin and wispy hair.

My little brother, you can stay.

Just for a while, just one more day.

And if you’re good and smart and clever,

We may just keep you here forever.


New Blue Hair

Everyone remembers

The day Judy dyed her hair.

She wept for forty days,

To see her out would be quite rare.


She put her hair in rollers,

She tried gels and mousses too.

She used clips and bands and hair slides

But her hair still looked quite blue.


But then she stepped outside

Because at last she did not care

And everybody gasped with glee,

“We LOVE your new blue hair!”

Beautiful simple

A moth, of all things, has shown me a beauty that can be found in simplicity. This moth has been living in our bathroom for the past two days and we have all noticed it and commented on its presence.

Something about its color and shape in contrast to the pale eggshell blue backdrop…

The little tear in its wing.

This moth will stay.

In contrast, I have been working on some highly detailed felting and have enjoyed the challenge and the valuable things I have learned from the process. However, I miss the simplicity of design of my previous work. More is not always better.

And I have a wool’s nemesis to thank for the reminder.