The beds are not made and
the dishes are not put away.
Our rosy cheek baby is teething.
There have been little wet tears sliding down those rosy cheeks.
The homeopathic teething tablets help take away his pain, but not mine.
Hugs and playtime take precedence over everyday chores.
Colour is creeping back into our garden.
Delicate peach blossoms have begun to appear and I'm watching, waiting, for the whole tree to be engulfed in colour.
I am trying my hand at a Black Apple doll in stolen minutes while the baby sleeps.
Step by little step.
Picking the fabrics. Cutting the pieces. Pinning. Sewing. Pinning.