We call them brambles.
Sweet juicy blackberries where most go straight from the plant to your mouth. If you can resist eating them straight away the harvest can be used for my favourite apple and bramble crumble.
This year Eilidh is loving picking them herself, along with wild raspberries too!
Do you enjoy going bramble (blackberry) picking at this time of year?
We are having a chilled evening before we drive up north tomorrow evening on holiday, so I thought I'd do one of those interesting facts about me things!
So here's five:
1. I can't say my own name properly. Seriously, I dread being asked my name because i either roll the r a silly amount or sound like I'm badly attempting an American accent 🙈
2. I am what I've always wanted to be! As a kid I always said I wanted to live on a ranch with loads of animals and loads of children! (Though still working on the loads of bit to be fair 😉)
3. I've always loved art and used to draw for hours almost every night. Now I use crochet as my creative outlet. I love designing my own patterns but it's also sometimes nice to sit, relax, and blindly follow someone else's!
4. I come across as quite confident when you meet me but I actually don't really understand social cues very well and find people sorta scary so I'm just winging it! Also the same applies if you meet me and you think I hate you (I most probably don't)
5. I have very variable health and spend a lot of time carefully pacing myself so I don't get ill. It is annoying but at the moment I'm the healthiest and strongest I've been since first getting sick and I'm making the most of it!
I'd love to hear one interesting or funny fact about you if you feel like sharing below 😀
The direct correlation between number of babies in a litter and parental involvement in rearing the young is very clever. Rabbits are awful parents.
But these two and their big sibling (swipe) are doing well so far and are the fluffiest little wrigglers you would ever meet.
Our litter last year all died mysteriously when they were older than these are now so I'm still not filled with confidence but if they do make it they'll make some lovely pets if anyone local is after a bunny.
The second photo looks a bit sad, but that one is the biggest, friendliest, most confident one.
Eilidh didn't really sleep much at night until she was about 14 months and I sometimes look back on the 5 or so times I lost my patience with her during that time and feel guilty. I feel like I let her down and should have been super patient and never should have cry shouted at her to "go to sleep!" or gotten David to cuddle and shush her when really she just wanted me and my milk.
But tonight I was starting to get pretty upset with her for taking a really long time to go to sleep, because though she still sleeps next to us and holds a hand to fall asleep, she really does sleep amazingly well now. And now that I'm used to that it is easy to have higher expectations and get more easily frustrated.
Really I'm kinda amazed that when she was younger I didn't shout and cry more than I did! I rarely got free time in the evenings, was woken every 45 minutes to 2 hours, slept in one position curled around her on my bed, wore her in a sling or pushed a pram for half an hour for each of her naps and breastfed through nursing aversions (though they were what stopped it in the end). So I've decided to give myself grace for those few incidents I've been guilt tripping myself about. I'm not going to feel bad about them anymore! Though I am still going to work on gaining some of the patience back that I used to magically have!
Is there an area where you need to give yourself grace? This is your permission to do just that. 💚