bend in the river

sunny day kicks on a bend in the river dart near stoke gabriel.

bubbles

getting brave and blowing bubbles.

baby crossing

a woman stopped her car on staverton bridge, smiling at the "baby crossing" while she took our photo.

three sleepy bubs, after a lunch on the far bank in a tiny patch of sun near the carved oak seat.

life feels sweet, sometimes.

he's taken

her name is bella, and she's perfect.

this was on a sleepless night, when I went to a friend's house and we walked our snuffling babies along the foggy bank of the river dart.

5 am

midsummers day is only a week away, so when 5 am rolls around, little man is ready to start his bright and sunny day.

sometimes I wonder why I am tired...

after 100 years of rain [a video!]

feet in the grass! this day was full of glorious sun after 100 years of rain.

sunday in dartington gardens, 20 minutes walk through the woods from our house. Most weeks I find myself heading here with little man. Sometimes he sleeps through it all, or his eyes swallow the shadows, shapes, and smells.

these gardens are full of treasure, spilling out at different times of year: stone steps lined with all shades of magnolia, azalieas so vivid they are garish, camellias like giant fried eggs dripping onto mossy paths, swathes of daffodils crawling up grassy slopes, a buddha statue from japan, who recieves daily offerings at his feet; ancient yews, so large and old that their roots are feeding back into heartwood; a silver donkey sculpted by a refugee from Czech Republic; stone walls crowded with blossoms; and on and on.

wake up!

early morning as little man waits, grunting and snuffling, for dad to wake up and PLAY!