A Distilled Life: Five in Five (series one, day five)

And so for the fifth and final instalment of five photos a day for five days.
Fare thee well; it's been a blast...

Saturdays are more of an ebbing and flowing kind of day with various comings and goings (Miss Moo and Papa Laidback off to dance class and camping shops). Mister Bee and I managed to do less-comings-and-goings-more-stayings, with me feeding and holding the baby whilst listening to Ms Cherry. Again. Slight obsession, I now realise...
And the rain came down, and the rain came down. Lush.
Lovely catch up chats with a couple of friends who popped by, before cracking on to fix some lunch;
Super Duper Freestyle Carrot Soup.
Corralled the troops away from the screens for some wooly good times down on Drop Stitch Drive at Paintworks. Amused myself no end by donning some knitty dreads and a crocheted moustache on a stick... Still makes me titter, even now. 
Lounging later, before a last minute decision to pop up to the Zion Food Market at Night, for fodder and enthusiastic chair dancing with top music from my uke teacher's new band. The kiddles ran about in the garden, before being chased inside by the rain.
... A dripping farewell was bid ...
Children now all tucked up in bed aside from Miss Moo who has hijacked the lounge with her brand spanking new camping mat. I'm about to settle down with a lovely drop of red....

 

{this moment}

{this moment}

A Friday ritual. A single photo - no words - capturing a moment from the week. A simple, special, extraordinary moment. A moment I want to pause, savour and remember. If you're inspired to do the same, leave a link to your 'moment' in the comments for all to find and see.

joining with Soule Mama again today... 

Yarn Along: cast offs

Oddments of yarn knit together to form a family

as these  small hats multiply.

Cast offs cast on, in row upon row

of splendid colour. They nestle together,

ready for the big send off.


And the Swedish sleuth is back

in his sparse landscape.

I love

His solitude and sadness;

His silent brooding;

His self awareness;

His Seeing, without seeing.

He senses and intuits

and trusts his inner wisdom to

guide him to(ward)s the Truth.


Joining Ginny for Yarn Along today

Yarn Along: innocent(s)

micro knitting is all I can manage for now;

my arms still full with baby, though

he is almost one.

he is not yet done;

he hasn't quite had his fill of me.


so, it is small things I make...


today, from

this nothing,

this ball of potential,

this no thing yet,

comes the hope of heat.


as bottle caps, these tiny hats

warm the cockles in houses and flats

of the olders.


it is lovely to help -

just making one (or two) in a million;

life is happening here.


and, as for the book - 

well, as I look through vignettes and verse,

in this space I immerse

myself as the mystery and magic

of mankind unfolds;

and the seldom heard truth is told

of how life is

and what it means to Be.


Joining with Ginny today for Yarn Along...

Yarn Along: balls and books (haiku seven)

I'm losing myself;

Wrapped up in words and woollies

A new world beckons.

seen it (haiku six)

sitting, knitting bibs,

whilst the wild sea roars beneath;

making memories.