Having given you an insight into my Christmas shopping habits last year, I feel compelled to revisit the topic. I can confirm that I am still distracted by anything shiny but I have stayed clear of DIY shops this year.
You know your life has changed when you sit down of a Sunday Evening to watch Antiques Roadshow with your in-laws. Gone, are the days when you used to bemoan the fact that Antiques Roadshow even existed.
I apologise for the recent lack of Blog Posts. If you follow me on Twitter (@KarenSDavies), you will know that I have moved house...
My long awaited trip home to Swansea has passed in a whirl of catch ups, crepes, milkshakes, coffees, dinners and birthday cake. The food highlights also included a famous Joe's Icecream! But more of that later . . . It all began with Marilyn Monroe Ave.
A thrilling change is coming over my garden. It's called Autumn. The first orange leaf has fluttered from tree - emphasised by the brooding staying power of a neighbouring cedar. Green is still the dominant colour, but individual leaf-blazes shout from the middle of branches.
Finding a blackbird chick in my garden seemed symbolic. It was the week before my daughter's christening; she was napping and I had seized the time to wander on the grass. Wildlife often nestles at the edges of this vast stretch of green. I've seen frogs, rabbits and hedgehogs in the past. The chick was brown and fluffy and looked bigger than his parents. He had shiny black eyes and didn't move as I squatted down beside him for a closer look. There is something so vulnerable and trusting about the young.