Fairies at the bottom of the garden 



Nomi and Zoey wore their fairy costumes for the whole day. The whole day. They are not big on costumes and since Halloween they have barely touched their fairy skirts and wings. Their words and imaginations dress them when they play. 

But today, they made themselves masks as I was sorting through my fabric stash. (I’m itching to start sewing again but first the big reorg  and then cutting lots of things out.) 

There’s an element of Silence of the Lambs in their masks. 

Then they decided to get dressed as fairies and that was them for the day. Zoey had over done it yesterday and was beat today. So we pottered in the garden. I used the Dutch hoe my mum got me last year to break up weeds. I poo-poo it when she ordered it from Amazon (imported from the UK) but my word it does the business. 

Then we shifted soil from the back yard to the front to fill a raised bed. Much excitement over worms we uncovered.  The girls decided they wanted to pick the worms up, and once they’d done it there was no worm left untouched. 

Their comfort level of things in the garden has been a slow boil over the last three years. It’s all been at their pace. Yesterday, after Nomi took off to chase a squirrel I reminded the girls that we don’t touch wild animals and then today there was much discussion about whether or not worms were wild. I had to clarify that they were wild but they wouldn’t bite so an exception to the rule: “Mama said no touching squirrels but worms are fine, why mama why?”. 

I baked up a quarter batch of monster cookies today. All ready for the weekend, and Alex is off to IKEA tonight to get some much needed storage. Nomi and Zoey are v excited about having furniture to assemble when they wake up! 




I’ve been struck with a travel bug. Just a snotty cold. Zoey has it too. Nomi, in her own words “runs very fast from the sneeze and doesn’t get sick”. 

So today we recovered. Recovered from sneezing. From all the new people. Stuck to the park and the garden. 

Yes, first thing this morning before I’d had my second coffee we trotted through the woods to the park. Much happiness all around. 

We also hung out in my mum’s garden in our macs because it’s May in Scotland. Played in the sad, swung on the swing (everyone taking turns) and planted seeds. 


Tomorrow it’s back to galavanting. 

“Is it the weekend yet?”

This is the question that Zoey stage whispers to me every morning. Sometimes at 6am, and sometimes significantly earlier.

It’s been a long week. We are all looking forward to the weekend but until then I’m trying to do a big fall clean and organize. Nomi and Zoey turn three in a few weeks time and we are having friends over so that’s a great motivator. After their birthdays it’s the slide through Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

I’m trying to tackle potentially problem areas before they become a real problem areas, and I want to re-org the toys and art supplies, and you know everything.

So today I started in my bedroom. Zoey and Nomi played with everything whilst I sorted stuff out on the shelves, and threw empty bottles of this and that out. We might have also had some time for indoor tennis.




We also got one compost post in the ground. I’m so not a gardener but I’m trying.





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