I've been finding it hard to write of recent.
Things have been busy.
Today was a water based wellington chilly kind of a day. In constant pursuit of small and wonderful treasures in the spaces between, I saw a bird carry off a fish from the lake. The fish was quite large. It surprised me a lot. Who knew birds could carry such weight?!
There was magic found in swirling my feet in the water, the sounds of the lapping against the pontoon, was somewhat rhythmic and drum beat-esque.
Cats catching flies.
Cats in bird baths.
The warmth of the sun.
Picnic tea in the garden.
Cheeky beer.
Washing up to Carole King.
The sound of my girl laughing at hideous and questionable vines with her father.
Warm socks.
Blankety films.
It's easy to overlook the little things.
