Living in the moment.The ever changing scenes of a week gone.
A Diary of sorts
31 May being the last day of Autumn.
Remnants of Roses. A fleeting glimpse of Summer gone.
1 June the first day of Winter.
Braving the cold wind in the garden
Mending day with 60 year old faithful
3 June Saturday
Grey skies so I always go looking for colour in the garden
4 June. Sunday
Sharing Birthday lunch with family and friends.
Boys…Friends and cousins showing off their trampoline skills
Then hurrying off to fish in the dam over the hill
Driving home through the always beautiful countryside.
Worrombi and Cobbity- my favourites
Observing the low sun created shadows as it hastes to bed amongst the hills
5 June Monday
Taking deep into the soul brilliant blue skies and warm hued Autumn leaves
Finding sunny nooks amongst Winter shadows for a slow morning tea
Sitting in a warm sunroom before dusk approaches
Seeing a molten gold sun slip silently behind the western hills
6 June Tuesday
A mending, bed linen washing, soup making kind of day.
Starting off clear and windy for line drying but changing to cold and wet. Needing a cheerful fire and happy flowers kind of day recently enjoyed at our friends home.
My beloveds birthday
Wet and cold. Double bar gas heating start to damp morning
Boys in school uniforms to be picked up
Happy birthday to be sung to grandpa….we love our grandchildren. Big and small.
I love these sorts of weeks
The plain, the mundane, the grey, the ordinary mixed with the extraordinary
Find exquisite beauty where you can
However small or humble
Linking up with What Joy is mine
Memories of a recent school run whence I picked up and drove home two of our grandsons Question – Bailey, are there puddles at school after all the rain? Answer – Yes, a big one on the Basketball court. But last week is was REALLY BIG! Question – Bailey can you climb into your car […] Continue reading →
Wishing with all my heart that I could paint… Longing to paint and capture that emotion Holding our youngest grandson recently At one with the calm Australian bush scene before me Quietly standing sheltered from the rain Under the pattering metal roofed verandah Falling big plops of rain Dripping from the corrugated iron roof edge […] Continue reading →
Why soup is good for the soul… On being absent for some time…others needed me Just lurking in Blogdom Being inspired and occasionally commenting Being refreshed So back to my original comment on soup. But why soup? Here in the Southern Hemisphere we have our winter. Colder in some parts of Australia than others. Well […] Continue reading →