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Holly Brannigan  Making babies, pots and community, with my bestest friend.

We are sun kissed and covered in dirt. The morning has been elbow deep in soil, pulling out weeds and replanting shoots. Collecting creepy crawleys and laughing, so much laughing. There is an ant on my leg, snuck in with me as I sit here feeding the baby. Iโ€™m listening to a radio four drama about Spike Milligan which is funny and silly and is reflecting my mood. Im giddy drunk on sunshine and brimming with excitement about our garden and the magic we can make there. We are taking a moment to sit inside with a cuppa and rest before heading out to play with friends.

An emotional day as this girl, our best mate, turns six. She has always been the most wonderful girl and is only getting better and better, Iโ€™m totally lost in a haze of glowing nostalgia on a day where the sun is almost as bright as her. ๐ŸŒžโœจโœจโœจโ™ฅ๏ธ

2/5 sisters โœจ

The big two made pancakes with bananas and coconut yoghurt for breakfast, followed by some half-eaten chocolate we unearthed in the kitchen.
๐Ÿ’›We had a beautiful but very full birthday for Jarvis so we are all feeling shattered! After this slow breakfast where we all prayed for him this year, the baby and I went back to bed for another two hours zzzz. Still itโ€™s never enough! ๐Ÿ˜ด๐Ÿ˜ต

Jarvis Oak, four years of breaking hearts and ceramics. Wonderfully wild but delicate, so compassionate and loyal. Favourite things are reading books , skateboarding and making others laugh. We all love you endlessly ๐Ÿ’›

Her aggressive love for this baby bro of hers.
~this weekโ€™s food fun: He will only eat porridge and he only wants a fork to eat it with. But guys, FINALLY, dinner outside.
I almost cried with happiness, walking through Falmouth yesterday. The sun shining and bumping into lots of wonderful friends.
(Prewarning: Youโ€™re all gonna get so sick of me swooning over how much better I feel beneath these rays)

The internet is a cruel place, a stark expanse of faceless hate messages, spaces with the sole purpose to bitch about people, REAL people, real people who could search it and see every part of their character torn to shreds. There are dark spaces where the illegal and exploitation of the vulnerable thrives. Advertisements are in every square. It breeds depression and anxiety, sucks out time and energy away from tangible enjoyments and connections. A portrayal of the perfect life, children, mothers, friends, work, house, wardrobe, garden, a place stewed with comparison and feelings of not good enough. We know itโ€™s not real and not a whole picture but we forget and constantly our standards of what should be reach sky scrapingly high. We forget what we are seeing is somebodies artistic output, a place to share beauty and the good things, that the ugly is there too, beside that gorgeous bench of flowers sprinkling artfully out of a hand thrown vase, there may sit an ugly pile of dirty washing. Those smiling babies with brushed hair and designer clothes will squabble the next moment, draw on the wall another. The travel blogger on the white sanded beach under palms and an endless blue sky, gets sick for a week or hassled buying dinner, feels home sick and cries all night with exhaustion. But among that deep sordid pool of cruelty there are pockets of genuine, of kind, of connection. There is friendship. The internet connects likeminded and shares ideas among comrades. In the last 12 years Iโ€™ve been so blessed to make friends here. One of those more recently which does my heart a lot of good is found in the extended hand of Jessica. Aka @sugarhouseworkshop. A gorgeous mama doing her thing beautifully with two charming boys clucking around her. Sheโ€™s endlessly inspiring, finding magic in natureโ€™s colours and the sewing machine. We were so emotional to open such a beautiful springy parcel last week. Among it this print from talented @lindseypemberton, playsilks, a craft project, recipes and a spring story. While Jarvis wears his grass green silk as a cape and tears around us, Queenie and I sit in the sun and pour through the package details. Thank you darling Jessica xx

๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒžItโ€™s undeniable, Iโ€™m a summer luvin baby. So grateful for the blazing rays today, for house church at ours with pancakes, for an afternoon on the beach, for an evening in the garden, pulling out weeds and last years dead plants and clearing out the fire pit for dinner. For doing bedtime with the windows wide open! Oh it feels so right to spend most of the day outside!

Play dough made with the last of the summers calendula oil, just as the new ones begin to peek from the ground. ๐ŸŒž๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿงก