I’m taking part in Kyrie’s count down to the arrival of her new little one. Each Friday, for the next five weeks, we’ll be exploring one sense.

I regret that today’s sense is not hearing! Wee Miss Màiri Rose really giggled for the first time yesterday! Up until now when she was tickled or excited she let out this sound that fell somewhere between a scream and a cough, but last night she laughed a real for real laugh. Oh my. Sweet, sweet girl of mine…

~Morning view~

What I’ve been seeing this week

• Wet sticky snow clinging to trees and later a steady flow of water dripping down from the eaves
• the occasional rock protruding out of the white
  
• lots of work to be done, in the form of piles of yarn and fabric, stacks of books and project lists
  
• A little boy, with fixed concentration, very carefully pressing a fork into balls of peanut butter cookie dough, first this way, then that.
• A sky full of birds heading home
• sunshine on golden yellow yarn
• a smiling baby with a cat tail rubbing her check
• bare forsythia branches, brought in from the snow
• light lasting well into the day
• the wood pile dwindling
• a sleepy head on my breast
• Big boys rocking a very little girl
• The biggest boy of all cuddling her to his bare chest at night
• a different slant of light
• a little dormouse pointed out by a little goose boy
• flippy floppy boys bouncing on a trampoline
• a look of surprise and joy at the first spinning of a swing
• bright blue skies
• little ones growing and changing and growing and growing some more.

~sketches and notes in my note book on plans for little wardrobes for the coming seasons~