3BT – first spring, slick, the answer
1. (I sort-of mentioned this on Clare’s blog the other week but I’ve not mentioned it here yet so…) Where we lived in Leeds, it was green — the lawns of the park, the trees of the woods leading down to the canal — but north facing houses & gardens meant no flowers, no colour, [...]
3BT – t-shirt weather, beg you hear our play, pink again
1. For the second day in a row, we head out for a walk unencumbered by jackets or jumpers. The dog is in the beck more than out. The stretch of pasty skin between my trainers & my (long) shorts is spattered with mud by the time we return home. 2. They look at each [...]
3BT – view, perfectly dressed, funderwear
1. At the top of the first rise, we’re surprised by the view – hills and houses in the sunshine. 2. She might only be walking the dog but she’s wearing a beautiful sundress and her lipstick matches her shoes. 3. Consumed by childish glee, he comes down to the kitchen in his underwear to [...]
Four beautiful things from the weekend
Saturday: 1. We walk further into West Wood that we’ve done before and come across high cliffs of rock with dangling ivy floating in the breeze; a dead tree snapped in half; a precarious overhang. 2. The garage at the end of the road (which, strangely, sells some of the best samosas I’ve ever eaten) [...]
3BT – happy hug, fungal find, pleasing polish
1. Carla purrs loudly: an early morning hug on the bed and in the sun. She doesn’t even care that the dog is on the other side of the bed: hugs, bed, sun – it’s all good. 2. I can’t remember what drew my attention first – the vivid orange of the rotting wood or [...]
3BT – fighting it, warmth, perfect combination
1. Since she came to live with us a week ago, Lily has fought a constant battle against sleep during the day – she’s exhausted but there is a slim possibility that something exciting might happen (and everything we do is exciting at this stage) so she wants to keep watching us just in case. [...]
3BT – sounds, Boron’s outside time, by the beck
1. Two pleasantly dull sounds within ten minutes of each other – the sound of vomit hitting a window in a cartoon and the knock of wood on wood as I throw logs onto a pile. 2. Boron watches us from the wall then when I rest, he pads over to sit on my knee. [...]
