Simultaneous Snow and Spring

On the way home from school yesterday I drove under a grey cannonball that came rolling heavily down from Carnmoney Hill. As it crushed all the light from around the car I realised that I had driven into a horizontal snowstorm. Most dramatic!

I share this to justify the fact that at 10pm, when three strawberries came crunching through the moonlit snow from Prince Charming's gig last night, it didn't seem at all unreasonable to be sledging in the garden for half a moonlit hour! They'll only be five and six for a little while, and it wasn't a school night, and I know you'll not tell my health visitor!

Thus it has been that Jojo has slept all afternoon. Mattman was taken earlier to a birthday party, so the house turned out to be most strangely quiet. I did wonder aloud that in years to come all Saturdays could be like this. PC was obviously struck, and instantly reached for the first baby ever born into this house. I too found things to do...

Not including this....

ps Prince Charming points out that his Lowden is nicer than the one shown here- his has gold tuning knobs...

Key men

I actually think he looks a bit like Camus here, which is still another link between Catcher and l'Etranger. Both very high books in my "Read and Wasn't Ever Quite The Same Again" list.

I may actually make one of Prince Charming's gigs tonight- if only because he's playing at the (very beautiful) church at the very end of our street, and at a relatively (excuse the pun) child-friendly event!

Some men have great power.

Happy Birthday, Crafting Catherine!

There has been surreptitious crafting around these parts for a fortnight. Lies have, admittedly, been told to keep CC off the scent. But all was forgiven during the three hours and twenty minutes of Bean Craftin' this morning!

Our little craft group celebrated Catherine's birthday one day early- my fault, work tomorrow! Niqi took her off to inspect white goods while Lorna and I hung the newly made banner, and assembled the fabulous button cake that she had made- on the cake stand that was our present for the birthday girl.

More and better photos will I'm sure be on Catherine's blog soon! But I wanted to post a little cameo of last minute button sewing late last night!

Now. HERE IT IS! Let's take a little moment just to peruse.....

Maybe we should look at it again.....

Two degrees, two children, and many adventures under the belt. But this is a Blog Award. Quite a new experience! Since August have I read blogs, marvelled at blogs, envied the awards and the give-aways. Hmmm. Hubris moment!

Apparently I now have to give it away? I have to share the love. Oh, alright, then.

I'll start with those to whom I can't give it. Crafting Catherine gave it to me, and also to Attic 24, Jane Brocket (where all this crazy domesticity, blogging, needles, arty photo obsession thing started with that first book of hers at Christmas 2008), Floss, Vintage Vicki, and Pretty Far West. So despite the fact that I read these blogs as often as I read blogs, I imagine I don't send them the same award in two days?

Therefore, I am unrolling a virtual red carpet for the following places where I hide my head in this little corner of the kitchen whenever I can....

...the sight of morning... is my remaining favourite. Intelligent, nay erudite; fine in the sense that china and art and perfection are fine! And likewise domesticali has been on my Favourites list from long before I thought about blogging itself. Blogs were mere windows into a world that I still admire with the detachment of having no particular hook (, needle or wooden spoon) of speciality. Knitting Iris would be such a window.

However now am I able to scroll through a Dashboard and so I'll add the deepest place on the Internet. So intimately real that it transcends anything else in this context. A Holy Experience. You have to read it for yourself.

And in the spirit of a Sunshine Award, my goodness, how can you read these ladies and not smile as you race to the kitchen despite the certain knowledge that you don't have corn oil in the store cupboard- The Big Stove.

He's never very far away, my Prince Charming, so he can have my last nomination for Worship and a Wild Life, which is the scarce but thinking portion of strawberry life.

And if a certain Lady Wendy would get her blog onto the grid she would be here too- that will definitely be one worth waiting for.... (And Floss, noted is the obscurity. I have much to ponder!)

140. A sunshine award from Crafting Catherine has just arrived... I'm speechless. This is the mark of a real blog! I haven't worked out to do with it yet, but it will displayed with all the HUBRIS it deserves tomorrow!

141. Cooking Catherine called in for tea and chat this evening; 142. I had an interesting morning, of which no more can currently be said; 143. Prince Charming came to swimming lessons again this week which preserved some sanity. 144. A not disastrous day!

145. The GP I've been seeing at our surgery has listened and acted on my behalf and more interesting times await, I imagine. 146. Already I feel less anxious about being anxious!

146. One more day at home before school on Wednesday- again! Because that is a really super part of Monday night! 147. Although I should remember that it's Open Night at school tomorrow- thanks for the three Year 9s who will do their little cafe roleplay- for potentially four hours!

148. The General Inspection has now started in school, and colleagues are one day through. 149. No Inspector is scheduled to see me at all- dare I hope that this remains the case?!

150. Suns are most mindful of the news from Haiti, and pray more regularly than their bigger strawberries. Mattman beautifully asked to pray for Haiti at Sunday School. 151. is for the workers at Christian Aid and ailleurs...

Can we have a story?

Not one from the shelves; one from your mouth?

This is the not-made-up-by-mum story that we've been reading in instalments over the weekend. We brought it home from the school's Book Fair on Tuesday, where I had, I felt, volunteered valiantly! Our first nearly Read It Himself by Allan Ahlberg- and we're hooked!

Mystery, humour, suspense. And a fridge that spells out its own magnetic letters. I genuinely thought it had it all- if you can both enjoy it as you read it to them, it has to be fabulous.

So, what with Book Club on Friday, we've all had a nice, booky weekend!

Sunny Saturday for Buns

Pretty Far West had a fabulously sophisticated fairy cake post yesterday, so we'll refer to ours as buns- good, honest, wholly unsophisticated buns!

Famished Four return from park and what do they need?

Sustenance and recreation long enough to hail the return of the parent of two.

Yum yum, miam miam; well done, Cooking Amy!