this week when out walking I saw freshly fallen snow, decorated with animal tracks, and footprints.
a farmer bringing his sheep down the lane, herding them on an off road bike, with the sheep dog balanced precariously on the back, his long tongue hanging out and his ears blown upright by the speed of the bike!
I saw fir trees delicately laced with snowflakes
and a lone set of tyre tracks where someone has bravely driven through the ford,
best of all I saw a huge holly bush, it's leaves tipped with snowy crystals and glinting in the winter sunshine.
Miss K had a sleepover during half term, on halloween in fact.
At 13/14 they are clearly feeling at that inbetweeny age when they're not children any more, and not adults yet either.
Don't want to appear foolish, don't want to miss out.
Not at all sure what we want to do.........
Don't want to play party games, very happy to play with pizza dough. .....
Don't want to decorate the house, but very happy to decorate cookies - ours weren't quite as neat as these
Want to have grown up party food, but not old enough for grown up party drinks, so we started thinking mocktails. Cocktails but without the alcohol. Miss K then proceeded to get carried away with smoothie recipes requiring weird and unusual ingredients (ok so maybe papaya isn't "that" weird, but my shop of choice doesn't stock them.....)
Anyway we were rescued from our dilemma by the offer of a bottle of Shloer berry punch
describe by Shloer themselves; The limited edition conjures up the taste of autumn with hints of blackberry combined with grape juices; best served over ice with slices of pear and blackberries for a sparkling and fruity autumnal drink
We served it with slices of orange and lemon, and ice and put it in fancy wine glasses, and the girls thought it was fantastic. I mean what's not to like really -
pink, fizzy, sweet, looks like a cocktail - recipe for a happy teenager really!
as for the parental view, well I personally found it too sweet *, but I remember drinking it when I was a teenager (it only came in two flavours then - a "white" and a "red") and it used to be such a treat.
*9.9g sugar in 100ml drink = 2 1/2 teaspoons of sugar.... but then again there's no caffeine in it, and it's a definite party time drink not an everyday kind of drink, so I can forgive it the sugar levels, and will no doubt be convinced to buy some more for her birthday party.
what's your favourite party drink ? cocktails or mocktails? or do you have a favourite drink from your childhood? I'd love to know.
just for the record, I wasn't paid to write this post, but we did receive a free bottle for review.
I'm thankful for Ali and all the photographers, it's been a fun week.
I wish I could see my blog friends more often.
I'm thankful for random excited texts about ukeleles.
I wished my camera was mended (ok maybe this one was more of a moan)
I'm thankful for the message on the phone that says it is! hurray, I have hated it being sick and was ever so slightly fearful it couldn't be fixed. Just need to go to the big city and collect it now.....
I wish my family would stop coming home with every cough, cold and sniffle that is at work/school.
I'm thankful that so far I have resisted them, and am drinking rosehip syrup just in case......
I wish that the entry dates for the Edinburgh moonwalk would be released, I am impatient to enter.
I'm thankful for the scalp cooler that is helping my friend keep her hair during her chemotherapy.
I wish that children came with an instruction manual, so that you didn't take a child to the hospital thinking it had appendicitus when it fact it was "non specific abdominal pain - take calpol and go to bed" .
I'm thankful to the neighbours who drove me and child to and from the hospital when I was busy being a neurotic mother........
Loving the bright autumn sunshine, the crisp frost on the grass and the blue skies
Planning what to do with the 7lbs of blackberries we picked over the weekend. Well Mr Driftwood and I picked them, Miss K impatiently wanted to know when the crumble would be ready, and J carried around several large sticks.
This week I have mostly been cutting out arrows and blowing up balloons - for a window display for the local Cancer Research shop for the Stand up to Cancer campaign.
It is amazing just how long it takes to cut out some arrows and find black balloons.
Mr Driftwood has been doing a science demo, "a meet the scientist", or what the university likes to refer to as "engagement with the public".
I'm more at home with scissors and selotape.
and cake. I can bake cakes. which I will be doing for a coffee morning I seem to have offered to hold. Please excuse me for the next two weeks if I panic about cake. and having enough tea cups.
Our camera is not working at the moment, and I've been feeling a little like I can't blog without it.
I realised that so much of what I write about it is because of something I've seen, or want to capture, or when I can't find the right words, I'll use a picture.
Today is the 5th birthday of my blog, and I was going to take some celebration photographs, but instead I found myself pouring over the photo archives.
which told me a huge amount about my blogging over the years,
there are a lot of pictures of roses, of quilts and of cake
footprints in the sand
and crafting that I've been inspired to make.
but none of it would be there if it weren't for all of you.
my children used to love that nursery rhyme when they were babies, and when I needed to make a quilt for a friend's new baby it popped right into my head and wouldn't leave, so I made a deep blue sea quilt and I hope he has lots of fun playing on, in and under it!
The children are both back to school, (thankfully the poorly one was better by Monday, thanks for the get well wishes) and the professorial house guest has left (having had a lovely time at the pub and learnt all about English beers!), and so with a little quiet time and by mentally retracing my footsteps I have managed to account for some of the lost time of the last few weeks.
At the end of the summer I was lucky enough to meet up with some blog friends. Lisa wrote the most delightful post about her trip to Alnmouth, I feel like I've been reading Lisa's blogs for ever and it was lovely to finally meet her, and her boys, who I recognised immediately. Lisa had come to meet Thimbleanna, who stopped off on her tour of England in Barter Books, which is the perfect place to sit, and chat, and feed your children giant cookies. It was a real pleasure to meet them both, and the time flew by far too fast. I was treated to the cutest ever bunny - who is inexplicably upside down! and a charm pack of gorgeously festive fabrics, must start planning a little project.
The plan for the next meet up was hatched over a glass of bubbly at Kew Gardens, and after what seemed like months of planning The Coffee Lady and her lattes came to play. Realising we hadn't taken any photos we had a "workshop" photoshoot,
which in reality was more like several days of tea, laughter, lego, fairies, food, wine
fabric, cat worshipping, mahoosive scones, and even the odd cup of coffee!
Now I've found those 3 weeks, I'd really quite like to go and relive them all over again.....
honestly you'd think the seaside was about fish and chips and sand and icecream.............
it is clearly a celebration of all things knitted and olympics.
I couldn't decide which I liked more, looking at the knitting, or listening to the reactions of all the people on the pier, which ranged from delight to sheer bemusement! As in the actual olympics I couldn't decide which event I liked best, but this one is most like how I enjoyed the games!
rock buns baked - check
tea bread baked - check - I blame Laura for my addiction to tea bread........
sock knitting packed - check - sock knitting on the beach is traditional
fossil identification book packed - check
plans to visit some seriously impressive Olympic yarn bombing made - check
looks like we're ready for a few days away
and this year I don't even mind if it rains everyday, then we'll just watch the olympics, except then I had better remember to pack a box of tissues, the emotions are running so high, I just can't describe it.
When you are the only house in the street to have any Olympic decorations you really have to make an effort.
So I proudly present my Olympic yarnbombing.
I thought it might have produced some baffled looks from the neighbours, but I guess they are getting used to us...........
It feels like the Olympics are being brought into my living room through other bloggers, it was a joy to see Stephanie's photos of the wildflowers which are to die for, and Nancy's tales of the opening ceremony have made me tell everyone I know that "I know someone who went to the dress rehearsal".
Now please excuse me, I might have to make a few more crochet flowers to calm my nerves, the men's road race time trials have started.......