Heading down to the city to see my favourite seventeen year old.
Friday night delicious dinner & a dvd - then toast and tea on Saturday morning. Did I mention sleeping it? All the years of getting up early with toddlers, my brain aching from not enough sleep, make this a super, special event.
Sunday morning, Anzac march. It was so emotional watching these amazing people who gave so much for our country. The sense of respect & sorrow, of tenderness, of pride, the memories & history, the support & thanks for these brave men & women of our little town, it was all there in the faces & hearts of the watching crowd. And there was my Lucy marching with the Guides, a very special morning.
Sunday leaves. Falling so quickly & carpeting our path with orange & yellow. Autumn sun, sneaking through, making shadows on shadows. Sunday Max with his new sleek haircut, pretending to be a shadow too.
Sunday morning Rosie wakes with a golden coin & fairy dust on her shelf!! Breathless at my bedside. Yes, the tooth came out & the dear fairy came. So much excitement on Sunday.
Including visiting this ace local building for a garage sale. Lots of local sticky beaks (including me) and many treasures, for the quick! I'm looking forward to seeing more of the very gorgeous & historic Raglan Hotel later in the week.
Monday mooching. Taking it easy, hanging together & catching up with some overdue jobs. Such as tidying up the sewing room/sunroom! Yay! Monday that doesn't feel like Monday, but some other nameless day that has snuck into the week.
Monday sunshine. Golden, amber, honey glow. Trying to take a decent photo of my quince jelly.
And finally, Monday flowers. In a house that is often chaotic, with piles of washing to fold and put away, with abandoned games & toys, with Barbie shoes & footballs hiding under chairs, with drawings littering every surface, with dirty windows that no longer shine, my Monday flowers are a simple, happy, colourful indulgence. A little bit of beauty that calms me and reminds me to stop & breath. To see the beautiful, to celebrate the simple, to find the treasure amongst the mess.
Did you have a happy weekend? Was there something, or someone, special that made you feel good? Hope so....see you soon sweet friends xo