~ Memories ~

Mam and Dad, my brother and me @ 1961

She was so beautiful.

My chickens used to come in for  a visit. 1991

Mama cat ~ Peaches, being cwtched into by her two daughters,

Puddy Cat and Smartie Pants

Three beautiful cats and a Kitten. My lovely Reliant Kitten car. 

I wish I had kept it.

My gorgeous Bohemian Man. Christmas Day 1992

Our Wedding Day 1st July 1993...as I wrote elsewhere:

What a fantastic day that was. Rode to Cardigan on the motorbike, carrying our trilby hats in a bag on my back. I was hugely pregnant and we giggled all the way through the ceremony....scandalising the registrar and his assistants :~) Our 'reception' was, seven of us descending onto Cardigan Arms chippy for whatever and chips. More giggles and lots of laughter, and we haven't stopped laughing together since. Best thing I've ever done. Most years, we manage to go back to the chip shop on our wedding anniversary.

I loved being pregnant....every moment and new development was a wonder~full experience.

and I really did get huge!

We compromised when it came to the birth, as the hospital was so far away. I had a fantastic labour....five hours from waters breaking to birth. Two hours to get to the hospital, and three hours in a birthing pool with midwives and nurses that were willing for me to have essential oils vaporizing in the room, and for My Man to be in the pool with me. I spent the whole time on all fours, draped across his knees, and having my back massaged at intervals. After the birth though, I got into trouble and had to be whisked to theatre, so, I was very glad that we had chosen to be in the hospital.

 

One of the very best feelings as a mother

Our first home together was my large static caravan. Immediately 

after Our Boy was born,I returned to studying massage. I had a college certificate from a couple of years before and had tried to 

study for my recognised International Certificate, (ITEC), while I was pregnant, but my brain turned to mush! The couch you see here, (below), is the vintage doctor's couch I used while training. I used to practice on six people a week in that tiny space....not including extra sessions for My Man, and baby massage for Our Boy :~) We'd installed a Rayburn stove and it was always toasty warm.

Our Boy being introduced to his first typewriter. 

We have lived in many places where a sink 

was used for a bath

This one, (below), was in a single room we lived in for one and a half years.

It was large and had a Rayburn stove, (how we love those), which gave us our source of heat, hot water, and cooking. We had been

living in our camper van,(Betty Ford),

for the previous eighteen months, so were used to an even smaller space. 

The second hand bookshop we used to have as a business in

Cardigan,and where I had a therapy room for giving treatments. We had a bookstall in the market too, where we had an honesty box. 

He has inherited our great love of books.

 

Motorbike love....

If you visit here Jude, look at how my jacket pocket looks like an eye :~)

~ Making a Start ~ Blue Moon ~

I've 'invisible' basted the moons on to this velvet piece. They are coming 

out of an eclipse...hope I am too.

I've called it Blue Moon as stitching has been that rare recently.

The two scraps are pieces from the clothes I've been de-constructing.

I think of the darker one as a dark cloud with a silver lining.

I've pinned this onto the back...liking the idea of having a sun flare 

behind the moons. Not entirely sure about it yet though...need to live

with it for a few days.

Our Boy and Tilly joined me in my shed yesterday. Tilly was

sleeping!

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She trusts completely :~)

A few loved pieces in a corner of the worktop.

While at ≈ ♥ ≈ This Place ≈ ♥ ≈

I watered tomato, potato, courgette, runner bean, lettuce and cucumber plants

in this fabulous greenhouse.....

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picked strawberries for breakfast ~

looked out of the windows at that view

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our very first Shelduck

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Cheating with pinhole ~ digital

My Man sent Morse Code

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Tilly waited patiently for me to play ball.

I love to house and garden~sit here :~)

Cariad Mawr

H x

~ Mother's Day and New Moon ~



I'm happy to say that Our Boy isn't seduced by commercial hype,

and this sweet little note taped to a cup of tea he brought me ~ along with

two slices of lemon drizzle cake ~ means more than any shop-bought card

he might have purchased :~) It will be glued into my daily journal, bringing
a smile to my face and filling my heart as I do it.

He made a little Welsh rhyme at the end of the note for me too:

'Caru Ti Mam Bach Fi'

doesn't rhyme in English, but it translates as:

'Love you my little Mother'

It is the hardest, most rewarding, gut~wrenching, emotional~roller~coasting, testing, tear~my~hair~out~frustrating, filled with so much joy, pride and love, work I have ever done.

I wouldn't change it for anything, and I love, love, love being a mother to this young man of ours....

.....though I still call him Our Boy and probably always will.

Happy Mother's Day to all mothers, whether it be to children, cats, dogs or goldfish :~)

Cariad Mawr

H x

~ Leap for joy ~

Tilly says it for all of us.

~ Our Boy passed his driving test today ~

tra~la~laaaa