Returning home and taking stock. Thanks to Pip at Meet me at Mikes for the word list.
time to stroll around outside before children wake up. counting leaves and flowers and feeling that everything is really happy I’m home
and fantasise about all the gardening I will do… I have some cheeky plants that went ballistic while I was away and still a few gaps to plant in….
Cooking : snow pea, red capsicum and pineapple sage flower salad with lemon and mandarin dressing, also young broad bean and leek sauted in lemon juice. Mmm
Drinking : mango smoothie, mangoes foraged by Jesse. What a man, he brought in about 300 mangoes last season! Now we enjoy the last frozen cheeks…
Reading: our ash grove blog, beautiful and creative and wondering how does life look homeschooling with 5 children?
Pondering: how to grow with the children and stop my default repeats.
Wanting: a massage, a shiatsu or a kahuna therapist to knock on my door right now…
Looking: at cobwebs. Lots of cobwebs. Overflowing suitcases, washing and general debris of returning home. Flowers! Lots of flowers! Also looking at some of my favourite things. Is this really my home?
Playing: a game where i am employed by this house for domestic duties and I get paid holidays and good hours… And other perks…
Wasting: time searching for cherry red flannel sheets on the internet. I know winters over right, but maybe for next year…
Sewing: lots in my imagination! Like a whole new rack of simple stylin lady fashion.
Wishing: spring was 6 months of the year, I could teleport and whistle really genuine bird calls. Not at the same time.
Enjoying: the reward of planting bulbs at Easter and seeing a bed full of freesias bursting with colour and fragrance in spring . No instant gratification involved. Patience. I think I’m growing up!
Waiting: to grow up and be more patient. To get a hold over this overactive mind. To visit my newly moved mama and papa in Tasmania!
Liking: the morning sun as I meander the gardens and check on the fruit tree buds and seedlings and the caress of the cool breeze and bird song. Spring mornings in Bellingen are delightful.
Delighting: in the wild creatures, on the night of our arrival home we are greeted by the first cicadas, the fire flies and a python on the verandah. Welcome home!
Wondering: if I will be able to do all I dream of in one day.
Loving: gathering my family for a home cooked garden dinner by candlelight, at home, at our own table for the first time in a long time. Sweet.
Hoping: the children will have a great swathe of warm memories from their time in our care.
Marvelling: that Cedar has just had his first doctor visit! I was a bit out of depth for this cut and am grateful for the medical help when needed and to Jane for holding my hand and standing up to the pushy Dr. And so grateful he has been a well boy thus far. I know dr help is a big part of some families reality and it’s fantastic when you need them and there they are!
Needing: to practice to say what I think even if it might be uncomfortable.
Smelling: something delightful on the air, floral, springy, mystery blossom.
Wearing: daggy old clothes and feeling ok about that.
Following: my own adventures on my own blog. Now that’s good for perspective!
Noticing: sometimes I write something I’m proud of. Sometimes I take a photograph I’m proud of!
Knowing: I need to practice believing in my gifts and talents.
Thinking: about the simple gift of a safe home to go back to and all the people who don’t have one right now.
Feeling: a bit helpless to make a difference right now on a global scale and remembering to practice peace at home.
Bookmarking: hmm. Any suggestions?
Opening: an illustrated envelope, with a handwritten card containing old photos of myself and friends from another life, a gift from a dear friend today to make me smile!
Giggling: at the sweetness of being seventeen.
Feeling: incredulous that it’s only 6 years til I have my own sweet seventeen year old child!
Quoting: family life is like music, some high notes, some low notes, but all together a sweet melody.
All photos from my springy garden! I didn’t shoot the crazy bits.