Boy turned 8 earlier on this month and he was very lucky : his grandparents came all the way from France to spend 9 days with us for his birthday. This birthday, Boy was given a brand new bike!
This is one of the frog who lives in our vegetable patch at the allotment… This is a part of the forest we visit pretty much everyday at the moment. We clear debris from shipwrecks in that very stream (we have cleared the wrecks of the Fern, The Moss and Titanic only a few hours ago)… […]
As I am in the middle of making some of them, I thought it would be nice to share the recipe here: It’s a vegan recipe that I have been doing for years (7 years exactly!) and over the course of time I have kept re arranging it again and again, every time I make […]
“My heart has joined the Thousand, for my friend stopped running today.” ― Richard Adams, Watership Down Our dear friend Mickey – one of my parents cat – has stopped running today, as he passed away this morning… We wish him a peaceful transition, may his journey ahead be filled with joy, love and plenty […]
My week has been bee-sy, needle felting a bee for the birthday of one of Thom’s friends. This bee is now with her girl, I hope they will have a lot of fun together… Rain daisies are good friends for the bees, and it reminds me that more work needs to be done at the […]
Our little owlet holding this painting of a Long-eared owl I made a while back… My owlet finds it hard to part with artwork. His or mine. I’m actually happy to release my projects into the world, to set them free, so they can have a life of their own. But my […]
“And he went back to meet the fox. “Goodbye,” he said. “Goodbye,” said the fox. “And now here is my secret, a very simple secret : It is only with the heart that one can see rightly ; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” – The Little Prince, Antoine De Saint-Exupery.
When people grow up, They have sadness in their eyes. Peter Pan is right.
Since writing this post at the beginning of the summer, Thom has been through a few sketch books and quite a large amount of paper… I have been a bit more savey. I’m still using the same book, and it looks a bit tattered now from being soaked with water wash for all sorts of […]
The colours of my soul spread on the paper dripping through that brush expanding at the contact of water in wet paper. the brush slides my soul colours spread themselves, mixing with one another. it’s a dance, it’s a rythm it’s a song.