We have had so much rain today and I'm so grateful because the garden needed a good soak. So I made this printable of butterflies for you to print and use. I like to use mine for my journal that I've not touched in ages,

Looks like spring has finally reached to my part of Canada. The lilac is in full bloom and I think we have had the last frost. So I think its time to go and buy the bedding flowers for this year and enjoy being outside more. let me know you favorite bloom

🌿 About the Cottage Grandma Skills School If you’ve ever felt that quiet tug, the one that whispers “there must be more softness, more slowness, more beauty in my days” then you’ve found your place at the table. So many people arrive here carrying the same ache: a longing to romanticize their life, to stitch a little magic back into the ordinary, to learn the old analogue skills their mothers or grandmothers never had the chance to pass down. Sewing. Knitting. Mending. Cooking. Budgeting. The gentle, homely arts that make a life feel lived‑in and loved‑through. If that’s you, come in. Hang your cardigan on the peg by the door. The kettle’s already murmuring. 🌼 What We Do Here I’ll teach you the way I’ve always taught, side by side, as if we were sitting at the kitchen table with a pot of tea between us and Teazel the beagle snoring by the stove. Ask anything. Truly. Bring your half‑finished projects, your “I’ve never done this before,” your “I think I messed it up,” your “I wish someone had shown me this years ago.” We’ll make do and mend. We’ll sew seams and unpick them. We’ll learn the small domestic magics that turn a house into a home and a day into a memory. No perfection. No pressure. Just the old, comforting rhythm of learning at the hip. 🌾 Who’s Teaching You I’ve been a homemaker for fifty years, a mum, a grandma, and now a great‑grandma! with hands that have mended more knees, stirred more soups, and hemmed more trousers than I could ever count. My life has been stitched together with the very skills I’ll be passing on to you. This school is my kitchen table, opened to you. A place where those who never had a mum or nan to show them can finally learn the gentle, practical, heart‑warming things they’ve always wanted to know. If your soul sighs with relief reading this, then you’re already home. With warmth, Ellie Cottage Grandma (and Teazel the beagle who insists on being included)