Summer?

May day in my hair


Mugging for the camera


Quiet appreciation from Class One


Hello world, i'm all better now..


Like the fringe...you better, i cut it myself.




The table with salvaged vase and roadside flowers making it all homely...

May 1. Beltaine. I'll be making brownies later this evening. Oisin and Peter have gone for ingredients. I can tell my period's nearly here as well. Today, i was tired yes, but no more so than usual - and i burst out in tears while chopping the carrots. Oisins, bless him, who was drawing, came over to hug me. Wordlessly he held me and said nothing. But that was enough. Ghin also came over and hugged me. I felt so comforted. There, in my May Day's finest, with apron around me, and my two sons, the sweetest gentlest things...

This is what blessings are made of.

I was saying to Peter, having been prompted once again by Bart to write, that we should put aside time to write. A few hours a week. Because it ain't gonna happen just like that. The truth is that i've been procrastinating it because i'm just so afraid that it will be shite. But i think i'm at a place in my life now where if it shite, let it be shite, it doesn't matter. For so long i told myself that everything doesn't really matter, only the writing. Now everything, including the writing matters, and if the writing is shite, it's only one small part of my life, not my raison d'etre.

I told Bart that i would clean the bedroom and the study and then that would be me. So next wee, bedroom, then week after that study. In between i'll do the school's website. And after that i'll be ready to get going with the writing. I've even thought of doing a secret writing blog where i work out my ideas on line. I've also been thinking to myself, what ideas would those be?

Hmmm....oh cake ingredients are back home. Must go...