The Gallery: Beauty, Dedicated to the Spawns.

Hello, today's post is massive, packed & huge. It has a poem (I'm not kidding). Lots of photos.


Naughty Music for Naughty Children.

Before you go any further. Just click play. You know you want to. What? You really don't? Oh, okay then. 

Click play? Then go read why!





This song reminds me of being a parent, it makes me think of chasing spawn around all day as they empty cupboards, fall over and generally whirlwind around like the mischievous little spinning tops that they are. That's the beauty of the naughty behaviour. Quite frankly it's hilarious.
Beauty of this kind is simple. They are exploring the world, is there anything more beautiful that curiosity?


Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, behold - her eyes.

The thing about babies is, they are beauty. They are little miracles. The best thing about them is they have no idea how special they really are. Innocence is beauty.

Beauty is in words.

The Oak

This leaf is nature, that's Beauty, right?

Live thy Life,
Young and old,
Like yon oak,
Bright in spring,
Living gold;

Summer-rich
Then; and then
Autumn-changed
Soberer-hued
Gold again.

All his leaves
Fall'n at length,
Look, he stands,
Trunk and bough
Naked strength

Alread, Lord Tennyson

Beauty is in spirit, she has plenty

She is fearless in the great outdoors, rain, sun, wind, there could be a monsoon. She will find the joy in it. Her spirit is huge, massive. I'm not sure how she fits it all in her little body.

Beauty is happiness.

 And finally I will finish up with this photo.

 

Every now and then, while doing something around the house or with the children. Your heart has the great pleasure in swelling up. No one knows how or why, but you can feel this happiness filling you up. There is a beauty in being content, there is beauty in happiness.

 

If I didn't overdose you.
Try this on for size.
It's Beauty to me. It really is.