Wagga Wagga to Worcestershire & back again
Perhaps it’s the warmer sunny days, the clean sheets I snuggled into last night or the fact I’ve got a three day weekend coming up, but life’s felt really cheery this week.
Every few months I like to take some time out to reflect upon the little things that make me smile (here’s my musings from July and February), so to mark the start of spring, I thought I’d share my current daily delights with you…
It’s no secret that I love a good cup of coffee. It’s how Adam and I start most mornings and I relish that first, warming sip – particularly if I’m able to enjoy it still snuggled down in bed.
Adam had a run of really sleepless nights the other week. He’d been super busy at work, pulling really long hours and had been having an extra one to cups of coffee a day to help keep him going. In a bid to to try and solicit a solid night’s rest, he decided he wanted to lay off the coffee for a few days, to see if that helped. It felt mean to still enjoy my coffee, while he went without, so I decided to join him…
Continue reading “I gave up coffee for a week, and this is what happened”
A couple of weekends ago Adam and I were gifted a big bag of oranges. They were freshly picked off a sturdy tree that lives in the backyard of our friends Sophie and Tim, and had a heady sweet, citrus scent.
As soon as we got the oranges home, Adam suggested we turn them into marmalade…
An acquaintance of mine regularly talks about appreciation and expectation. Instead of expecting something to happen, appreciate what does happen.
Every time she says it, it really makes me think about how every single day, we set up expectations for ourselves and those around us …
After months and months of painstaking work, my wedding dress is just about complete.
I’ve lost count of the number of fittings I’ve had with my wonderful dressmaker, Rose. It all started with an image, from which she drafted a pattern and then reams of material were draped, pinned and cut and now bar from a few more tucks and a hemming my dress is done…
I’ve been trying really hard this year to live a little more thoughtfully. To separate work time from down time, to notice the little joys of the everyday and to care for myself and those I love a little better.
Despite my intentions, I’ve still found myself overwhelmed on days – stressed about work, finances, family and planning a wedding abroad. So, the other day I thought I’d try something new – daily meditation…
I’ve always been a bit of a scavenger. Ever since I was a kid I’d pocket pretty shells, inspect interesting leaves or steal stems from the garden. It’s a habit that I’ve maintained into adulthood and I love taking a wander a somewhere, just to see what I can find.
The Malvern Hills were literally a five minute walk from our house in England and I loved the freedom of having a wander through woodland, often coming home with a pine cone, pebble, or in the spring, wild garlic.
Now the weather’s starting to warm up in Australia, I’ve been spending a little bit more time outdoors and the other day I spotted the first of the wattle starting to bloom… Continue reading “Wattle time”
When I was living in England I quickly became aware of the humble coat-rack. Every house I visited seemed to have one near or around the front door. Some were free standing, others were nailed to the wall but all had a collections of ‘water-proofs’, down filled puffers or boiled wool pea coats, ready and waiting for whenever you left the house…
One morning last week a pair of ducks appeared on our nature strip. Just the two of them, sticking close by each other, happily nibbling on the clover patches that have emerged over winter. I smiled to myself, noted how cute they looked and thought nothing more of it.
A day or so later, I saw the same ducks again – this time across the street in another yard. Now, I see them most mornings and I’ve named them our neighbourhood ducks…
The other day I stumbled across an article that got me thinking. The 20 minute rule is essentially about dealing with the little setbacks in your life. Something doesn’t go to plan – you’ve got 20 minutes to get upset/angry/whiny about it all, then you move on.
In a strange twist of fate, a few hours after reading about the rule, I myself received some news that gave me a little wobble…
Wattle and Ash 