20 Sep 2013
the out breath
A sprawling mess of spring blooms plucked by my girl. Mere weeds to many, shades of purple to her. Kindy sheets in the washing basket signalling not only the end of Term 3 but the cessation of "sleeps" in preparation for big school. Rearranging this and that and pottering about our home with gentle intention. Wooden wind chimes on the breeze and an out breath.
The weekend, the school holidays....the promise of cups of tea in bed amongst crumpled bedlinen and healing babies padding about in bare feet. A birdhouse waiting to be hung in just the right branch and fresh sand in the sandpit. New books to read, a row or two of knitting and time in green places.
What are your plans this weekend? May your days be slow and delicious.