For Sarah, camomile flowers. When I see them, I always think of you
and the summer times when we went to the pasture to pick the flowers. You
washed your hair with them, to lighten it.
And I, as a little girl, looked at you full of admiration. My older cousin
who knew everything, who was the coolest girl I knew.
When we became older, the age difference became less apparent. I'm happy
that we are not only nieces, but also true friends.
Happy birthday Sarah!
It's still difficult to get used to the fact that I will be a mom in three
months. Besides all the positive comments, people also warn me;
"your life will change", "you will be tired", "you will no longer have any
time for yourself",...
Sometimes I feel insecure: "how will I manage?", but in the end I
know I'll do fine.
Pictures above are slides taken by my dad, from when I was little
while giving my doll the bottle.
It was almost one year ago that Jade, Pipa and Kate were shorn.
As you see here, last year JJ and Robert did the job. This time
an experienced shearer came. JJ couldn't help him, because he
was at work, but luckily our neighbors, who also have sheep,
came to give a helping hand.
After many weekends working, the baby room is finally finished.
We had to paper and paint the walls, sand and paint the floors,...
I'm so happy with the result.
Before, I always looked with astonishment to pre-mums who were
stressed about "the babyroom has to be ready". But since I'm pregnant,
I also want everything to be ready before my boy is here. I have to
admit, I have nesting urge.
Another beautiful thing I discovered on the exhibition 'The World in a Mirror', was the fish-book from Adrean Coenen. Beautiful drawings
of sea creatures.
More about Adrean Coenen and his book, here and here.
One should scrape the wall over which dampness has drawn a map of the new world and new separations should be applied. Beneath them, the stones should be rearranged haphazardly, like the footprints of a man running from his fears. One should be a round mirror in an half-open palm and reflect others' embraces as sharp as scissor blades which touch each other only when there's something to be cut. New lands should be invented, so one can walk on water once again.