You might remember last year’s Harvest Celebration. I sure do.
This year things went much more smoothly.
My newly confident Emilie, bursting with Yr. 1 pride, sung beautifully with her class in front of a sea of eager parents wielding iPhones and Samsungs and Blackberries, oh my!
My harvest contribution. Green beans in a can. My kiddies wouldn’t eat them but there are some grateful kiddies out there who will. I constantly remind my children to be thankful for what we have, never take things forgranted, and to share with others.
My lovely Emilie wore a red flower that I had crocheted for her hair. Such a pleasure to see her smiling and confident! A complete metamorphisis from last year’s nail biting and nose picking 4yr old.
Very proud of my gorgeous girl, growing up so fast!
My owl family has grown by two.
Meet Imogen. A sweet little owl bank (sorry piggy) scooped from the local supermarket.
I will be using her to collect toward a holiday treat for myself in honor of my upcoming, ahem, 2nd 29th birthday.
Savings so far: 10 pence
I’m staying optimistic!
And now to introduce the newest family member…
Tarquin lives on in this little guy. He’s pint sized but perfect.
Owls. I am even more fond of them than I thought! My girls have owl pyjamas, owl hats, owl wall stickers, and even owl bedsheets!
And I now have my heart set on a very fetching owl sweater I spied this weekend in a shop window. This may become an addiction….
The morning school run rarely differs from day to day: speedwalk 15 mins down the hill near our house and slowly trudge back up the hill which is a 25 min foot-dragging debacle.
Yesterday, however, once I had safely seen Emilie (and poor Tarquin) off through the school gates, I decided to take a different route home. A shortcut.
An old footpath that meandered behind mansion houses and bordered on a meadow of docile horses.
As I began my walk down the muddy lane, the thought did cross my mind that I was the perfect target for a crazed early morning axe murderer hiding in the damp bushes. I started to look more closely at my surroundings out of mild paranoia and as I did I saw some lovely things…
The path eventually led me to graveled road called Love Lane. A fitting name for the sentiment I felt while strolling along and observing the beauty of nature.
Today’s post was supposed to be titled “Tarquin goes to school”.
This is Tarquin.
Last night, I gave my little owl friend a mini makeover. I added some stitches around his wings and repaired one googly eye that had popped off and rolled across the room. When I had finished he was looking very spiffy indeed!
This is Tarquin this morning.
He was happily hanging out with his bookend owl buddies.
Then I had a not-so-bright idea. Let’s send Tarquin to school.
I got him all ready to go,
and off he went.
Sadly, Tarquin never returned home. My forlorn five year old informed me after school that Tarquin had disappeared somewhere between the playground pirate ship and the dining hall.
I will admit that my bottom lip quivered.
I’d like to think that dear Tarq has gone travelling home in some other child’s bookbag and will have many great adventures…
In the meantime I can only say, farewell my friend.
They are a little bit creepy, but I like them. Especially the colorful cartoon versions.
And Hedwig, of course.
Recently, I’ve noticed that I have been amassing a small collection of owl ephemera.
A mobile phone case from a craft market in Brussels, a coin purse from my local high street shop, and a teeny little notebook from Paperchase which currently stocks the most amazing collection of owl bits and bobs.
Today I was feeling ambitious and fired
up my glue gun. I grabbed some felt and googly eyes and made myself an owl friend.
I shall call him Tarquin.
He looks like a Tarquin, doesn’t he? 🙂