A fine start

The skyscape in Orkney changes mood and emotion 

with every breath.

The day begins with pinks, purples, and oranges,

before clearing out to a wide, bright blue.

And then when it all feels a bit too ambicious,

it hides under a foggy duvet.

I feel foggy duvet, 

but the sky says, it is ambicious.

Big old bully.

Off we go, being thankful, for a fine start to the day.

Her belief in the goodness of all creatures

This goregous highland coo was the latest creature, our hatchling no2 tried to lure home. 

Picture the scene, a little picnic by the sea...

I look around, I am a hatchling and a punnet of grapes short.

Off accross the sand bank, hatchling no2 has climbed, and is now in full on persuade mode.

Isn't he pretty? Let's keep him!

Uhuh, so pretty. 

Sooo big.

Too big, 

for us to manage.

Pretty, pretty please!

This hatchling, never asks for sweets in the shop.

She never asks for toys, or clothes, or shoes.

But the beasts, big and small.

She wants them all.

I love that about her.

Her genuine belief in all creatures and the spiritual wellbeing she gets from connecting with them.

Sunny Sunday

A picture window

This is photo was taken just along our road.

A wee snapshot, of our bay.

It tells a story,

not the whole story,

and yet it makes a fine summary,

of the view,

does it not?

Blogs are a lot like that. This wee peek at a small framed view of the world.

And it makes me consider if I shouldn't more whole heartedly blog on a more open scale.

More than just photos.

How much should a blog share about a family?

I suppose that queries how much a family might like to connect with other families?

I am starting to feel like it would be very nice to find more of our community, out there, somewhere.

Maybe.

Baking with hatchlings

One of my favourite ways to spend an afternoon is pottering in the kitchen with the hatchlings.

Buns to accompany soup are so easy, and they never seem to get tired of making them.

Now, the house smells of fresh bread baking, lentil soup simmering, and the home educated hatchlings just about finished their work for the day. 

The sky is a gentle, lazy grey, and I am rather tempted to make it a movies and popcorn afternoon.

Happy birthday beautiful hatchling

Happy third birthday, hatchling no6!

You are the sweetest little girl.

Who loves puzzles, and music.

Your little face has brought us so much joy,

and you have amazing melted cheese hugs.

Your love of welly boots, and rainbow colours,

You are so wonderful.

Thank you for being our hatchling.

We are so blessed.

Pure joy

Working hard on becoming a biped

Our smallest hatchling is 14 months old, and she hasn't been terribly interested in walking.

Her older sisters; however, feel that her being carted about days should be numbered, and are putting some serious effort into getting her up and walking.

Hatchling no7 isn't completely convinced of the merits of walking when a cozy sling is so much more cozy, but as she becomes better at it, this walking lark is actually a lot of fun.

It won't be long now, and I suspect my wompat will be retired to the cupboard.

Bitter sweet.

Happy birthday hatchling no4

I don't know who gave this boy permission, 

but he went ahead and turned 7.

Our boynado of happy, energetic, sweetness.

And for the hatchling who doesn't like itchy cake,

we had a melon man eating shark instead.

Before heading out to see the Lego Batman movie, which was pretty awesome.

Thank you for seven amazing years, hatchling no4.

We are so blessed.

Purple is her favourite

Painting paper plates for twirly birthday decorations for next week.

No rainbows here - just intense dedication to purple.

It is so true....