The sun has finally got it’s hat on and Spring feels like it has definitely sprung. To celebrate this me and Number 1 daughter grabbed the best day of the long weekend and trotted off avec latest edition to nearby Kirkby Lonsdale our plan being to capture lots of photos of jolly daffodils their heads fluttering and dancing in the breeze …. you know the rest.
There we were in this most picturesque of villages three generations all determined on the best shots EVER (to be fair at 14 weeks old Peanut was silent-ish on the matter). No 1 Daughter had her super-duper digi-thingey/SLR camera ready and was clicking away taking artistic shots of the quaint churchyard festooned with yellow bobbing daffs. I was drooling at the thought of displaying her super images for your delectation.
BUT you will have to take my word for it. Our camera leads are incompatible and I couldn’t download from her super-duper digi-thingey/SLR camera (only small voice of chagrin about IT disparities to be heard). Lucky I had taken a phone on our jaunt – those that know me will gasp at this revelation of technological advancement from yours truly – and I can at least share with you Ruskin’s View over the River Lune.
Lucky old Ruskin eh? Please note there are some daffodils gracing your screens.
Easily distracted as I am the branches of this amazing tree piqued my interest even more (sorry Ruskin).
Isn’t it amazing? It looks like a tree that has experienced its hard times yet it still grows and aspires to reach for the skies. Beautiful.
Little Peanut seemed suitably impressed although she does wear more than a little look of ‘Bless Omi and her old hippy ways’.
I do think she is also saying ‘Omi wasn’t this post about daffodils?’. So better finish with one ….
… and a good cup of tea.
Until next we meet, Moke x
Now I am back in the blogosphere I think I had better introduce to you the newest member of the It’ll Be Reet clan.
On Thursday 17 December 2015 Number 1 daughter gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She and her partner were over-the-moon as were new uncles and aunties and two very proud grandmothers (Nanna A and me, Omi).
Being new to this Omi lark I am not sure how much baby cooing and gurgling I should subject you my dear readers to. But if you will forgive me I may run wild with gooey-ness in just this one blog.
As you can see yarns have been important from day one. Little Peanut was a wee bit on the small size and needed a prem-baby-bonnet to keep warm. But I can’t claim to have knitted the one above – good grief what sort of Omi am I?! – it was knitted by the kind knitters of Leeds especially for the maternity unit. Thank you lovely ladies and gents.
Peanut was obviously a chip off the old block and soon was enjoying the snuggly pleasures of an Omi made blanket..
… and a Daddy-sized woolly hat.
So there is no better way to wish you a Happy Easter from our latest addition, Peanut, in her own fleecy Easter bonnet.
Until next we meet, Omi Moke x
Don’t get too excited or that will make two of us running around shouting ‘Yipppppeeeeee’.
After my poor old (only 10 years… things just aren’t made to last these days!) Mac gave up the ghost last Autumn I thought I was exiled permanently from the Blogosphere. But thanks to the generosity of my friends the Pods I am now working at getting back to blogging with a vengeance. I have a lot of catching up to do but with the help of Mr Pod’s less old laptop (named Vera well why not?!) I hope to start re-posting any day now… so WATCH THIS SPACE.
It is so good to be back as I have missed you all and our little sorties into the Lakeland scenery and the woolly ways of yours truly.
Until next we meet, Moke x