Things We Found.

Renovating part of our house over the last three weeks has been revealing in so many ways. There has been a number of things from another era that we found or uncovered and I would love to share with you. So with that in mind I have a few posts lined up for the next few days.

But first I thought I'd share something a bit more recent, but that was mislaid and turned up in all the moving and shifting that is going on.

It's a poem that My Only Girl wrote last year when she was ten.

A Country Life.

May make-up be every girls priority,

But me I like the forestry,

Down the road and by the shed,

I delight in seeing it from my bed.

At night the moon it glistens far

beyond my room, beyond the farm.

It sees things that I cannot see,

like sleepy little bumble bees.

In summer I am happy to see

the trees are growing wild and free.

Unlike the ones in winter's crawl,

they're fresh and green and never fall.

By Me age 10.

A Note From My Only Girl.

This was languishing in my drafts since Thursday while I figured out how to cross out a word...

To Caira

To Ciara

Thank you for tiding my room

I'll try to keep it tidy.

I like when you writ me notes.

Please write soom some more?

Love Me xxxooo age 10

A Note From Finn.

This was found taped to the door this afternoon:

"A kind dog needs a kind home.
kind dog great with
kids of all ages
found stray in Dublin
no diseis found."



The hints get stronger.

A Note From My Only Girl.

I've been going through the archives. Both at home and in my parents. Oh, the darlings I have found. Including a Note From My Only Girl, age about 7.



good night sloop tight don't let the bed bugs bite

A Note From Finn.

To Caira
sorry I spelt your name wrong
tell Jay.

Things I would like, from most, to I would like but not as much (my punctuation)

1. Dog (Greyhound)
2. DS
3. friends that live neire me
4. Cat
5. Voucher for clairs

from geiss who

ps gitar lessons

Some Random Things.

Things have been very quiet and humdrum around here this week. The weather has been so miserable that we have hardly been out at all. While trawling through our thousands of photos in order to send on some long promised ones to friends I came across various random photos that made me smile. I thought I'd share some with you.

One thing about having small children in the house is the odd and sometimes beautiful things you come across in the funniest of places. A ping-pong ball in your shoe, a missing phone in the saucepans, daisies in the fridge. My favourite was two little pink pigs floating in a glass of water on the window-sill, so they would grow big.





Funny little notes in funny places.



This was The Little One having a rest and 'looking at the bluey-ish-ness". The note on the headboard is from My Girl. I get a lot of notes from My Only Girl. This one reads 'I love you varey varey mush".

A Note From My Girl.

Why do you always ask me, to do things when I'm doing other things that you asked me to do, from FR.

Oh dear. This was left on the fridge door yesterday. See, this is when I realise that I'm not on top of things. It coincided with me realising that I haven't baked weekly bread since about two months before The Smallest was born. He is eight months old now... The problem is, my motto for the last good few years has been a quote from someone involved with the slow food movement : "If you don't have time in your day to make bread, there's something wrong." I reckon it's a good yardstick to have, to measure my life against. It made sense and fit into the way I did things.
So now I find myself without time to make bread, without time to notice I'm doing things like the above note accuses (with good reason) me of.
Time to take stock methinks!