Here is a tale, not so much a fairy tale, even though it does feature a fairy. More a story with a message of hope. It really goes to all those parents out there, whose floors and tables are covered in paint and glitter.For those, who wonder if it is worth the effort of hanging up another painting to dry of an unknown subject. Mainly in muddy brown/black. This tale is for you.
Once upon a time, there lived a father, a mother and their three children in a small cottage. The mother loved to create beautiful things, but once she had children she wanted to pass on this passion to them. She laid aside her materials and encouraged them to make beautiful things.
Sometimes they did and sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes she guided them, while other times they did their own thing. Occasionally she would recognize what they had made, but there were times when she had to tactfully ask. She loved every piece they made.
Life went on like this, as the children grew. The mother and the father grew used to checking for glitter in their hair as they left the house, or hastily brushing the seats before guests sat down. Lumps of clay were found on bottoms of shoes and sticky tape removed from clothes.
Then one day, the eldest child found a book. She pleaded for a bag of merino wool and a needlefelting kit. Her mother helped her in her quest. Then followed many tense hours, before she proudly showed her mother a beautiful fairy she had made. All by herself.
The mother was so proud of her daughter’s first attempt to make a magic wool fairy. She hung it up in on the mantlepiece for all to see.
So the moral of this story is, that if you have young children and you seem to spend more time setting up and clearing up craft sessions for your little ones to enjoy than they spend creating, I just want you to know that there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Middling’s painted stones
Truly there is!
A Slice of life – promising
One photo. One word.
A photo that doesn’t show everything. Just a slice of life. Time taken to notice the moment and how it makes me feel. A reminder to live in the moment and savour it with all my senses. Being present in the now, before it’s gone.
This is a new project for me. By taking the photo, it forces me to stop and live in that moment. Noticing it all. One ordinary moment. One point in my week. Embracing the moment for what it is – positive or not. I’m going to post it every Sunday and see where it takes me. If anyone is interested in joining in, please leave a comment.
Let me know if you would like to feature in the next week’s “A Slice of life” and if you are happy for me to use a photo from your blog.
It’s toad time of year again. Usually I post about the toadlets, but this year I thought I’d include the adults. Now is the time when the adult toads are meeting up and heading down to the local ponds at night. “Going to find girlfriends, ” as TF loves to explain.
Unfortunately, there are roads to cross which mean that they encounter cars. Every morning as we walk to school, along our lane, we can see the toads that didn’t make it across safely.
Tonight, we went out to see how many toads cross the road each night. Armed with a torch BL , TF and I headed along the lane. It didn’t take long to find the toads making their crossing. We watched a few near misses as commuters raced home.
The poor things stayed where they were, untouched, but obviously dazed by the encounter. Luckier than some of their counterparts. It was difficult not to interfere, so we did move as many as we could to the side of the road.
As we listened to an owl and watched a lone bat swooping above our heads, we talked about it being a numbers game and why they cross at night. We know from our encounters with the toadlets, that they start off in large numbers. We’ve also watched our grass snakes devouring them as they cross our garden. Just one of many possible endings for the toads. By the time they are crossing the road, they are much fewer in numbers. I, for one, could not help but admire these plucky little creatures.
Good luck, toads. You’re going to need it.
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