A place to record all those family events, every day occurrences that we might just forget.
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Challenge 366 Noisy
Well Daniel was out of the house today so all has been very quiet. Sarah has cleaned the inside of the car today, bless her. We are now all sorted for our holiday as regards a clean car. So the noisiest thing in the house today has to be the boiler. The heating works fine apart from the clanging of the pipes apparently all to do with the size of the pipework and the pressure of the boiler. So today noisy is the boiler, or it could be the constant washing of the washing machine or the tumble drier trying to get everything done, dried and ironed before we go away to Devon late this week. I know we are all looking forward to finding some time just to chill for a while.
Challenge 366 Teeny Tiny
Well another day of the holidays and doing my best to make a teeny tiny impression on sorting out some of the clutter in the house. However my clutter would not make good photos. I thought I would look outside and lo and behold the daisies are just coming out. A teeny tiny start to see spring flowers coming out.
Sarah has also been helping, not so teeny tiny either. Today she went and stained the bench outside as well as giving my car a much needed wash. She has been really helpful.
Monday, 2 April 2012
Challenge 366 Childhood
As soon as I saw the word I knew what to photograph and the reason behind buying this house. Bluebells! My memories of my dad are always associated with bluebells. Sadly he died when I was four years old yet I can remember going out in early spring to the woods near Rhiwbina to look at the bluebells. I still love them today and wish I could bottle the scent of them, the true scent of them. The woods behind our house is always full of them and a few have now travelled into our garden across the ditch especially for me. I went out to do some gardening earlier and there they are the first few are opening. Its like my dad is there with me however strange that sounds. So the bluebells are the one flower I think of when I hear the word childhood.
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