Monday morning

I have been in a head cold haze since about last Wednesday. The cold that started to improve on Friday then started to get worse on Sunday. Even though I am not getting much sleep and not making much sense, I am hanging in there. It's not all bad news, I did manage to do and see a few enjoyable things this cold and sunny Monday morning.....My favourite winter leaves scattered across my favourite tiles. A present for a baby just born was sent on its way. Jonquils ablaze on the kitchen table. Swear by it.

Dancing chamomile

These chamomile flowers looked so beautiful dancing and swirling in the afternoon sunlight. They kind of reminded me of the jelly fish at the aquarium, seemingly forever moving upwards in their backlit tank. The tea was indeed good and the honey made the taste all the sweeter. I tried to entice my young one to partake in my mid afternoon indulgence. But after one sip and a splutter of distaste, I was soon left to drink alone.

So long

This week we bid our last goodbyes to our much loved feline of 15 years. She really was a sweet little cat, an easy companion, a warm bed friend and a gentle playmate to children. She was never far away and now we must adjust to her absence. So long and farewell.

Now she is four

Four years. That is two plus two and one more than three. I know exactly how and where the time has gone but I am often left breathless by how swiftly it seems to have passed. Four really is a special age and a kind of a coming of age, I think. She was so little for so long and now we are getting a hint of the possibilities of what the coming year will show and bring. Happy birthday, sweet four year old!

Memory Lane

I was sorting through some of my parents slides the other day to make some prints for my sisters birthday. I always feel sentimental when I look through them. We used to have slide shows when I was a kid. My dad would project the images against a white painted door and we children would sit transfixed for hours while images of unknown relatives and places would flick by. We would giggle at our mums big hair, our dads boyish body and our nans bathers. My youngest one now looks at her favourite selection of those same slides. Pointing at the little people contained within the small frame asking is that me and where am I.