15 Apr 2015

15/52

 

" A portrait of my babies, once a week, every week."

Bijou -  So content just pottering in the back yard.
Remy -  He has worn this dinosaur costume all day, every day.
Inès -  So serious, so soulful. The second after I took this shot she gave me the biggest grin (her usual face).

Steph x

Joining in with the beautiful Jodi.

9 Apr 2015

14/52

 

" A portrait of my babies, once a week, every week."

Bijou -  Artistic eccentric.
Remy -  A boy in a wheelbarrow.
Inès -  They tuck her in and fuss over her constantly.

Steph x

Joining in with the beautiful Jodi.

1 Apr 2015

small accomplishments - potting plants


There is an undeniable sense of satisfaction that comes from a freshly potted plant. Mismatched earthen pots with mossy patinas, rich soil and a tin watering can all elicit such feelings of pleasurable domesticity. I get dirt under my fingernails as I kneel on the earth to strike small jade cuttings. There's a creeping thyme for the windowsill; a few small rocks at the bottom to help with drainage. And a butterfly plant to perhaps add some green to the bookshelf.

A few minutes of quiet business in the morning sun and I feel as if I've achieved something for the day. A tangible result to my simple activity that uncounted breast feeds, baskets of folded washing and the daily stoop and put away dance can never achieve. With a start and finish - a before and after, three small potted plants fill me with a definite sense of accomplishment. It will be a good day.

31 Mar 2015

13/52


" A portrait of my babies, once a week, every week."

Bijou -  She delights in watching people, her facial expressions mimicking theirs.
Remy -  He's a home body this boy. 
Inès -  Just when I think she's growing way too fast I see her on our bed and smile at how tiny she still is.

Steph x

Joining in with the beautiful Jodi.

24 Mar 2015

12/52


" A portrait of my babies, once a week, every week."

Bijou -  In her own little world pottering amongst the tomato seedlings.
Remy -  A little boy and his giant leaf hat.
Inès -  Her feet are always in the air. And always covered in fluff.

Steph x

Joining in with the beautiful Jodi.

20 Mar 2015

head to water


Temperatures are soaring again and the landscape is harsh. By now,  Autumn's gentle ways should be lulling us into a time of inward renewal and hibernation. Evenings should be cool enough for a cardi but Summer refuses to leave. Bogged down in humidity we are all tired, cranky and stagnating in a season that has long overstayed it's welcome. So we head to water.

Cool water on hands and feet provide a tonic to prickly, sweaty skin and a welcome excuse to strip off.  Tetchy little ones are soothed with a handful of animals and timber bowls; a backyard savannah of sorts. And  frequent drinks of slightly chilled water with slices of lemon and cucumber help to hydrate and calm.

Tonight I will set out small tapas plates of  hard boiled eggs, olives, cherry tomatoes, hummus and sourdough bread with chilled slices of orange for afters. I will draw myself a cool bath come evening and wallow by candlelight, willing Autumn to show itself. Tomorrow we'll pack our fossicking baskets with flasks of iced peppermint tea and head to the creek. And if I forget the calendar and just accept the weather for what it is, I might just convince myself that this extended Summer is indeed a gift.

Has Autumn shown itself to you yet? What are your weekend plans?



16 Mar 2015

taking tea



Lately I've been taking my tea outside on the back deck; it's cool and quiet there. Usually English Breakfast with honey or mint fresh from the garden. And perhaps a little something sweet to eat. It's that small window of time with both my youngest babes sleeping that I'm enforcing some self care on myself.

Neglecting the nappy folding, the lunch (and sometimes breakfast) dishes I'm choosing these quiet few moments first. Propelled by some unforeseen notion of domestic duty I would usually soldier on until all the tasks were done. Wouldn't the list of to do's with jaunty ticks leave me feeling accomplished? Surely I'd savour the serenity all the more. But inevitably someone would wake the second I placed the kettle on the stove and the daily dance would resume, the precious moments of alone time gone.

So now, with my eyes resting on green, growing things and my ears filled with not much more than birdsong, I'm putting my tea break at the top of the list. A few solitary moments in a day to recharge and regroup...or to simply sit down. A small act of mindfulness where I lower and relax my shoulders, gently direct my attention to the taste and warmth of the tea and gaze at nature's colour palette. The rules are simple - no phone and no computer,  just tea and stillness.