Glorious Autumn Days



On Saturday it was such a perfect fall day, we decided to take Molly and her pal Carter for a walk in the woods.

Andy likes any good opportunity to play with his camera and I was feeling quite cheerful so didn't mind being his model. We got some great shots and had a lot of fun into the bargain.



The dogs certainly enjoyed themselves and love nothing more than a good game of hide and seek.


As once previously in Bradley Woods, we found a rope hanging from a large tree and thought we would have a laugh swinging from it; we knew that Molly loves this game from the previous time we played and as this rope wasn't rigged up for sitting in we figured there was less chance of getting our arses nipped (a lesson we learned the hard way). My arms were killing me at one point, but there was no way I was letting go. It was so amusing how Molly was just so focused on that rope swing, whilst Carter could care less and just happily foraged in the bushes looking for wood or possibly a lasagna to much on!



My Handsome Englishman

It would be great if every weekend was like this however if they were I suppose we wouldn't appreciate them nearly as much.

Superman must have been a good omen

It might be a cliche, but I have to be truthful here: My wedding day was one of the happiest days of my life.

It wasn't stressful or full of pressure the way a lot of weddings can be; I mean what bride would not have a sylist booked months in advance and spend the glorious morning of her wedding walking around town with her sisters and friends laughing and chatting while trying to find a stylist to curl her hair? (I did have a back up plan called Fern, just in case).

I remember opening the door to Cat, who was grinning, two beers in each hand as she announced she was there to paint my nails; and Dawn, sitting in the bathroom window with a big ugly mask on staring down at the guys frolicking in the pool, waiting for them to look up. (Sounds like a wedding straight out the Beverly Hillbillies eh?)

I treasure the moment when mom and the girls were all with me in our room, helping me into my dress and drinking champagne.

I loved the look on my dad's face (and the tears in his eyes) when he saw me in my dress for the first time and proudly walked me past the 75 waiting people in attedance towards a beaming Andy.

I loved saying I do to the best man I have ever known: My husband.

Happy 5th Anniversary Andy.

Because I love words

Today is National Poets Day. In honour of this I will post one of my favourite poems. Feel free to share your favourites with me.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.