Goodness … that time simply vanished! Hoping your Christmas was merry and love-filled. Ours was chaotic – moments of great cheer and love, moments of “oh-my-god-we-will-never-forget-this-Christmas” and lots of letting go. Mmmm … it was a season of letting go … with which comes the essential reminder that nothing experienced is ever wasted. No, even the most disappointing moments teach us something and like every moment of every day, it passes, we enjoy, survive, relish … and move on. I know now my expectations for this Christmas were wildly unrealistic – packing up 14 years of living in one home, retirement, interstate moving, setting up home (all with mum) just days before Christmas, added to spousal exhaustion and family illness. Again, I say mmmmm …..
And so here we are in January. Home late Sunday afternoon after a lovely last week by the sea, a long and stormy drive across the Gippsland, and a spot of wild plum picking – everything is made sweeter by picking wild plums along an almost forgotten railway track whilst a herd of nosy cows watches on :-)
Now we are in the midst of unpacking, washing – 8 loads and counting! – finding homes for all the things we took on holidays that clearly CAME from here so must surely FIT IN back here, dusting, rearranging, tending our neglected garden, and welcoming our dearest friend Sacha for ten whole days holiday!
And amidst the busyness, there is so much goodness. This is what I shall strive to capture for the rest of our summer holidays … the everyday goodness that makes us smile broadly at each other and say “Oh I love being at home with you!”
This morning, the ripest of bananas implored to be baked up into bread …
… and whilst we waited the loooong hour and a half for it to be ready, I ignored the piles of clean clothes awaiting folding and cupboards. Instead, very sensibly, I drank tea and stitched felt into a necklace.
Kept me away from the cocoa pops in the pantry. Really it did! I’m sure had I been making beds or ironing clothes, I would have scoffed a bowl of cocoa pops and perhaps some toast with cheese and jam whilst waiting for the banana bread to cook. Thank goodness for felt, I say.
Time up and my girlie and I shared the warm, fragrant bread at the table … a table smothered in fabric. Not sure how this happened so quickly given it was bare when we arrived home Sunday night. Oh, but there is nothing quite as productive or encouraging as a fabric smothered table, no?
I stitched and she talked. It was lovely. One felt necklace grew into three and I listened to her dreams and plans of artwork, stories that have been slowly added to over Christmas, ideas for creating magic. My girlie is so very inspiring. And we promised each other that we wouldn’t be lazy this year. We would make the most of every opportunity and gift we have. It’s going to be a good year.
Before we knew it, it was time to ditch the nighties, dig some clothes out of the piles and head to the airport to fetch Sacha. Isn’t it just brilliant how our children come that extra bit alive when they are with their most beloved friends. There’s an extra sparkle in my Abby’s eyes, her mouth is permanently curved up in a smile, the whole house is bubbling with an infectious energy and joy. And Sacha is oh so at home here – it’s like having two gorgeous daughters :-) I love it!
p.s. did I mention that my computer’s hard drive is just about dead, it’s one-year old battery is kaput and that the camera hit the dust – I mean ASPHALT (good one Jules!) – and now my favourite lens is broken (hello outdoor zoom lens!) and there’s something not quite right with the way my photos are uploading onto my computer – but then again, that could be the hard drive that is now closer to dead than it was when I wrote the line five up. Oy!