In the heat of summer, when just moving around sets the sweat dripping down your back, we are thinking about winter. From the first leaf of green peeking up through the mud and snow, to the last red and gold leaves that cover the ground with a luminous carpet, there is another colour that is always on our minds. White. Everything we work on, every project, everything we build is centred around the coming season. From the seeds we plant…
My friend asked me yesterday if I still experience the same enjoyment of where we live or if, after waking up here each day for nearly two years, the excitement has worn off a little. I thought about it a lot as I did my morning chores along with the sunrise, marvelling as each new turn brought a fresh view of golden autumn morning. Following Winnie on her early constitutional I was afforded such beautiful moments, glimpses of perfection that…
One of the things I have missed, right down to my very bones, has been living by the sea. There is nothing, nothing, like the feeling of walking along the shore line; the freshness of the air, the openness of the sky, pure bliss. We’d originally only intended to pop to the beach for half and hour or so, but the burning blue sky and the fresh wind beckoned us on. We leaned into the wind, walking up the hillside…
A thaw has arrived, bringing with it the illusion of spring and melting. The crunchy, powdered flakes of snow have become slick, slippery ice that tricks our feet and trips us as we tumble into the warming sun. We turn our faces to the beaming light, rejoicing in the lack of pinching and biting in the winter air. But the ice beneath makes everything seem a little treacherous, a little unsure. As I watched the chickens tuck into their treats…
So 2013 has officially dawned. Stephen has gone back to work (after prising the boys and, well, me off his legs) and our school has begun again. The house is oddly quiet and there is a big man shaped empty space that I’m trying not to think about too much or blubbing will commence. Are there people who don’t feel sad when their beloved departs back to work after a holiday? Are there people who think ‘phew, I’m glad to…
It is the littlest of things that give the most pleasure I think, small moments that live long in the memory. On Thursday (after Stephen had been away with work for a couple of days and flew home overnight) we had the rare pleasure of a weekday walk together. Our friend has cut a hunting trail through our woods, which can also be used for a delightful amble in the late afternoon light. For me this was the first time…
We wandered in the crisp sunshine, a few chores to do but mostly just because we wanted to be outside. Happy Friday.
I’m sharing another guest post over at Rhythm of the Home today, pop over if you have a moment! Have a beautiful day.
Wishing you a beautiful Monday, where ever you are.
Would you like to take a walk with me? There’s some chores to do but we won’t notice that, it’s such a beautiful day. After checking on the animals (feeding, watering, cuddling) it’s time for a little walk around, taking in the view. Everything is bathed in red gold light, the air is fresh but not cold. The perfect day for a wander before breakfast. The bees are being wrapped up for the cold season, despite the warm days we…