Friday, 31 October 2014

happy halloween.



cc the tawny owl and his fellow super heroes wish you all a happy halloween time.
twit-twooooooooo.


Tuesday, 21 October 2014

two boys and the charleston.






cc has always been one for twirling about.
since starting a saturday dance class he has taken to trying his moves out all the time. and naturally clement frank follows suit. a twenty minute walk now nears the two hour mark as both of them tumble about in the mud, tapping their sneakers to the tune of the falling autumn leaves.

.clement frank scribbling away at his brothers desk.
.'this is the charleston. we are doing the charleston clemmie', says cc mid-move, as clement pauses for a moment to remove his trousers.
.their spontaneous sidewalk rolls, turning a short walk for coffee into an afternoon trek.
.cc spotted a woodpecker.
.this little ones nose is always pressed to the glass when I come in and out of the house. almost seventeen months old now, and he doesn't miss a thing.

Friday, 10 October 2014

in cc's words.


(on the carousel) gid-ee-oh. gid-ee-oh. this horse is the fastest. 

on saturdays its important to make cake actually. it means you are in love. or married. 

sometimes those cuckoos outside are so noisy they wake up those brown old dogs. then they start barking and woofing and barking some more. then that wakes up the tired cats who start making them noises like cats make and soon the whole streets awake. thats why i get up at night. its not my fault actually. its all them animals. 

clemmie, you want to come to school with me? you can meet all my friends and then we can hide behind the wood shed with the mosquitos.

is it christmas yet? or is it next day? maybe its next day. that means we got time to go buy all mine and clem's presents today.

am all ready for dance class now. i got my leggings and my feet are feeling all bendy. that means im ready.

this stew is lovely. i love it. (then two minutes later) maybe next time don't worry about making stew actually mummy. maybe lets just have toast for supper. sometimes toasts alot nicer then you cooking actually.

(after finding the two boys hiding under a tree in the garden)
me: what are you two doing claude?
cc: oh, nothing. nothing mummy.
me: does clement have something in his mouth?
cc: nope. (then realising i can see clement) oh yeah, maybe. maybe i was just seeing how many of them small stones fit in his mouth. but only four fit actually. he's not trying hard enough. 

Wednesday, 8 October 2014

this month, so far.







.cc choosing wild flowers with his dear friend. 
.morning story times together.
.a kiss on the dartmouth ferry.
.always taking walks, hand in hand.
.cc loves wearing my old tapestry scarf.
.clement frank pretending to sup on his pa's coffee cup.


Monday, 6 October 2014

six weeks later.


peepo says cc.
we are back. 
six weeks have passed since we last wrote. 
farewells were said to summer days and autumns woodsmoke scented evenings arrived.
the boys grew so much taller. 
cc still sung tunes all summer and danced about nonstop. clement soon followed suit, turning his head this-a-way then that-a-way. beaming that beautiful smile.
saturday mornings were always spent alone with their pa. making trips to dartmouth. climbing by the sea. sharing treats in their cafes. this time made them so happy.
and many walks were taken. hand in hand they would strut down the streets. hunting for worms. collecting sticks. charming any passers by.
the six weeks have been busy ones. these two made sure of that. 
now we toast to a new season. and a promise to share more moments from it here.