It is a terrifying thing
to begin.
To begin anything at all.
The rewards are but
rumors then,
the glories are but gossip.
To taste and to see,
we must venture into the murky waters of
inexperience.
And that is, indeed,
a terrifying thing.
But 'tis more terrifying still
to stand ashore and only wish
it could someday truly
be true.
- Tristam Gylberd
to begin.
To begin anything at all.
The rewards are but
rumors then,
the glories are but gossip.
To taste and to see,
we must venture into the murky waters of
inexperience.
And that is, indeed,
a terrifying thing.
But 'tis more terrifying still
to stand ashore and only wish
it could someday truly
be true.
- Tristam Gylberd
Okay, so perhaps it is not really terrifying to begin a blog. I may be exaggerating a bit there. Nonetheless, there is something intimidating about a blank page. So, let's meet my little household, shall we?
Taibhse. Incredibly sensitive. Huge fan of butter. Champion snuggler. His name is Gaelic for "ghost."
Rufus. The Accidental Dog. Nibbler of toes. Total nut. He gets one picture because he doesn't sit still.
Me. The clumsy one. Student midwife. Wannabe homesteader. Collector of vintage inspired things. Still just pretending to be a grown-up.
And that's all.
And that's all.