Tuesday

At my parents house. The field was being mown. And to a little boy who loves tractors it's a happy afternoon...

And walk in the field in the evening sunshine after the mower has gone. Brings back happy childhood memories of haymaking time. Memories of my dad helping to rake the cut grass into long winding rows for the baler, me jumping the rows and collecting stray pieces to add to the piles. Of my older cousins riding way up on top of the hay wagon. Golden evenings and being tucked up in bed as the sun drops behind the hill, falling asleep with the sounds of work and laughter drifting in on the breeze through the open window...

It's all done by machine now of course. But the smell of hay that fills the air hasn't changed at all. And the kids went to bed like a dream :)

Sunday

So its been a while. And I never really meant to stop writing here. But in the small spaces between looking after children, feeding and cleaning children, tidying and washing and cooking and working, and trying to catch up on sleep, there's not much time for making. And even less time for writing. But I miss it.

And I've just handed in my notice to my main day job, the art college print workshop technician job that I've had for nearly ten years and has taught me so much but that I can no longer make fit with my life. G starts school in September. I want to be there to pick him up. So, hopefully there will be more time for all of the above. And some bookbinding...

This is Vinnie. Here's evidence he does occasionally sleep...