Tonight I booked my ticket to see Idlewild play in Belfast. I'll be the one standing near the back, looking like I have a beachball under my shirt, burping and generally looking uncomfortable with standing for long periods of time. I will however have the good good company of Ms. McDougall.

step aside for the Mighty Molly

Testing out her new molars with the side of her mouth. How about dem der eyes!!

where the good goes.

I have a wee tumblr blog going on these days, mostly just to keep track of things I click on that I like. Here she is:

Where the Good Goes

French Face begins...

The Kids Alive craft fair on Saturday witnessed the beginning of a little collaboration with Heather and Karys, we like to call ourselves French Face. More photies to follow.

My backwards walk...

The little lady and I had a sunny Sunday afternoon in the mountains. She had much fun stumbling amongst the enourmous roots of trees, chasing after footballs and spinning in circles till she fell down. She seems to get more and more fun by the day, she loves to dance, pull faces, hug her dolly and sing. I am thankful for my girl who takes joy in making me laugh.

I've got a little craft fair coming up on saturday, so i'm working on some Kanzashi flower pins and scalloped bunting. Tune in again for photies :o)

Here is a little musical interlude to your day. I think everyone shoudl sing with a Scottish accent, don't you?

stop all the clocks...

the last photo from the deck. it all has been packed up, dismantled, poured out and swept up. goodbye stars, moon and sun. farewell ocean and wood.

goodbye bethel, the name we gave our home for the last 3 years.

i am sad to see you go, but i'm also relieved. you brought me molly, you brought me my son on the way. but you also brought me a great deal of heartache and isolation.

here is to happier times ahead, even though they seem very far off.

(23 weeks pregnant)

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W.H. Auden - Funeral Blues

written words

I feel like a human sponge for soaking up words these days. I hang tenderly upon the lyrics of songs and dwell on poems for hours. I fell upon this beautiful Robert Frost poem tonight and felt breathless reading these pictoral stanzas filled with the unbearable acceptance of loss. After much adventure, I have come home by the highway.


Reluctance

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question "Whither?"

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?

Robert Frost

lovely little illustration by the sweet Rebecca of The Clothes Horse.