Plastic Free July is drawing to a close. It has definitely been a bit hit and miss here. But that’s ok. As I get older, I am learning more and more the importance of being gentle with yourself. Let’s face it, I have a lot to learn in that region. Recently, we were gifted flights over to my brother and his family in Germany. It … Continue reading Salvaging Plastic Free July
I have been meaning to write this post for a while. I have even had requests. Well…. truth be told, the requests were for the recipe and not necessarily a blog post to wade through. How and ever, a blog post it is. And it’s all about cinnamon. Cinnamon, surprisingly, seems to be a divisive spice amongst my circle. I would never have thought it, … Continue reading Cinnamon – Love It or Hate It?
I am loving Twitter lately. When I first joined it, I was overwhelmed. How do you follow it when everything moves so quickly? How do you keep track of who is replying to whom? How do you ask questions to specific people? I gave up on it. Then gradually I came around to the idea of giving Twitter another chance. I stumbled across other smallholders. … Continue reading Six On Saturday 22-07-2017
“So there’s a spinning wool demonstration on at one of the local garden centres…..thought I might go.” You can see the cogs turning in Mr. Fairweather’s head. “On your own?” “No. Thought I’d go with the Blonde. It would be right up her alley. Maybe you could mind Little Paddler and I could get out for a bit of head space?” “Sounds good.” Roughly translated … Continue reading Being Good To Yourself
Mr. Fairweather has headed off this evening and I have left at home with Little Paddler. Every so often, she snuggles up to my belly and says, “Oh baby sister. Don’t be frightened. It’s only me.” And when I ask her for a goodnight hug and a kiss she heads straight for my belly to tell baby sister “Night night baby sister. I’ll miss you … Continue reading A Zero Waste Baby?
“Can we make flapjacks?” comes the eager request most mornings as I peer out through my sleep deprived haze. This new ritual involves the Little Paddler climbing in to her helping box and transferring porridge oats from their storage bucket in to a baking tray and back again. Occasional queries of “Is this enough?” and “Mammy I made a mess – you clean it.” can … Continue reading Morning Rituals
Oh blogging land. How I have missed you. I have thought of you often. Thought, “That would make a great post!” Or “Such and such a reader would love to see this”. But finding the time and energy has been tough going. I have been struggling with antenatal depression during this pregnancy. I didn’t even know it was a thing until it overwhelmed me. I … Continue reading Recipe For Disaster