hidden

My sweet son was fast asleep in the car with Father and Uncle watching on and the beautiful Welsh St Davids Cathedral beckoned me. I knew the light was magical at the far end, and the silence has to be drunk in slowly. I had my chance. "Meet me in the Cathedral..." There was something delightful about just saying those words.

I was expecting, after not very long, for the silence and deep momentary rest to be shattered by the happy echoing squeals of a two year old, filling this old sanctuary to the rafters... but none came.

And for longer than I had hoped for, I stayed blissfully hidden with sunshine on my face. 

Resting. Reading. Hoping. 

Sunday Roast

The table was laid and I found myself alone waiting for the others to return from a small adventure on the river.   I had been waiting for these little flowers to emerge and they were to be found once again but this time in the hedgerows at our countryside retreat.

making marks

Loved the colours and these marks that my middle boy made.   We had a new baby in the house and this was a precious moment with this little artist amidst the mystery and wonder of newborn days.