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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Above Poet: scruffy on a Sunday afternoon, keeping company with¬†Alfie and Annie Rose. Percy: sometimes sultanas [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Above: Poet: winter ready and rushing out the door. Percy: we’ve reached the bumps and bruises stage of [...]

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Above: Poet waiting for her friends to arrive at her party. Percy: safe in Popa’s arms.

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“A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Or portraits, as the case may be. Sometimes culling is just too hard and I do love the story captured here. [...]

a catch-up day

Just as I know that winter will bring the cold, I’ve come to expect a seasonal lull around this time each year. Word on the street is that some of us (most of us?) are feeling a little [...]

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Photo above: Poet looking so grown up of late (photo by our beautiful friend, Luisa) “A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2016.” Percy: my only brown-eyed baby.