Life is always full, isn’t it. For most of my adult life, I’ve longed for those endless weeks where nothing out of the ordinary happens. Gentle, slow weeks where time is endless, demands are small, and we are cheerful,
high tea at wombat hill

Life is always full, isn’t it. For most of my adult life, I’ve longed for those endless weeks where nothing out of the ordinary happens. Gentle, slow weeks where time is endless, demands are small, and we are cheerful,