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  My Mother teaches me the fading skills How to clean fish, plait garlic, draw pheasants How to distinguish wading birds, How to make linen lace. I know her ache, because it is in me I try to teach anyone who’ll listen  wild flowers; their legends, properties, names I do this in full love of…

**This is a Housekeeping Superstar Post.** When we have established a housekeeping routine, it is terribly easy to fall into the rather naughty habit of going through the motions. Ugh. Was there ever a more depressing sentence than that? It implies all kinds of miserable notions, from doing only what is utterly obligatory to dragging…

So in an ironic twist of fate I have spent all day writing a post a huge number of you have asked for recently, on how I managed to bring up a child who has never had a sleepless night, never cries and goes to bed in a charming fashion. Oh yes. I have waxed…

I have long believed that the universe, or our personal God, or perhaps just sheer serendipity endeavors to whisper just the right words into your soul at just the right time. Yesterday while flicking through The Creative Entrepreneur (which is one of the most well executed business books for creative women I have ever come…

It was Finley’s ‘Baby Blessing’ at the weekend. I’d vowed not to leave it so long that he was capable of walking down the aisle and blessing himself, but here we are fifteen months later, and Finley not only walked up to the font, he also shouted "Hiya!" to half the congregation, and tugged at…