When you’re a kid, pillow forts are precarious and elaborate constructions of cushions, pillows, and improvised supports that your imagination then turns into castles, caves, fortresses, or hideaways. I’ve now learned that when you’re an adult, pillow forts are giant piles of pillows you build up like some prehistoric ritual mound on whatever surface you…
This is Guard Bear. You would have met him in an earlier post involving pandapants. He was a gift for Hawkeye from close friends, and his role is, obviously, to guard. He is also teaching Hawkeye how to salute with “yes, sir!” As you may have gathered, we’ve been having a rather rough week, climaxing…
I posted the following earlier on Facebook this week: “They say misery loves company, so that might explain why the whole household is now on antibiotics.” Yeah, if you haven’t already figured it out from yesterday’s post, it hasn’t been a stellar couple of weeks for the three of us: at least 1 viral infection…
“Oh-ho, Oh-ho A haon, a dó…” Today, my toddler made up a song with Irish counting words, fed a biscuit to a crocodile, and politely shared a ride on another toddler’s balance bike with minimal intervention from grown-ups. I would feel inordinately proud of how little effort I spent on parenting during these moments if…
Let’s talk about hedges today. They can be as fun as flowers! I love the look of tidy, lush hedges with sumptuous green and texture, but although the little organiser in me shudders at the mess, another part of me also likes to see hedges with contrasting colours.This hedge surprised me by suddenly blooming, which…
This was a recent birthday gift from the Mister. And you know what? It turns out that when you’re so tired you can’t remember exactly what day of the week it is, and your brain is leaking out of your ears, and it feels like just staying upright takes a concerted effort, but you just…
You might recall my sort-of-eulogy on Day #131 about the owner of the garden I pass on a daily basis on my way to and from my son’s creche. Since then I have posted a smattering of photographs documenting the giant daisies as they slowly come into bloom. Now, finally, the garden is in full…
I was catching up on my Facebook feed this morning and finally spotted an explanation of why I was seeing a sudden glut of references to Carrie Fisher. I had not realised that her autopsy report had been made public, revealing that she had cocaine, heroin, and ecstasy in her system at the time of her death.…
The Feathered Rose 