::7 Days of Happiness::

Funky small garden happiness.
How very inspired we all were to visit "Tickletank",
a unique home fashioned from an old water tank.
What a fabulous tiny garden it had, created from humble
things with a truly artistic eye.
You could really feel how much the owner
passionately loves this garden......

It was just the right thing to see just now,

to know that beautiful things can be created

in small spaces.

::7 Days of Happiness::

Thrifted happiness. What a piece of tailor made perfection
it was, for my older boy to discover this wonderful building set.
On day one of the school holidays too....what timing!



And the hours of pleasure (...and peace!) that followed, the
beautiful constructions and the careful thinking, all of which
has this rather proud mama scrambling for her camera!

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Happiness in a jam jar. A beautiful little
flowery surprise from a dear friend.

Beginnings and endings.....

I wonder at how incredibly fluid life is.

How a couple of weeks ago I was aimlessly

puddling around in the garden with my

little boys. Taking pictures in the beautiful

diffused cloudy light.

Could I possibly have dreamt that the winds

of change could blow so strongly.

That changes of such magnitude could unfold

with such decisiveness.

All I can really try to do is be present to this

part of my life. To accept where I am and that

it is a necessary stage on my journey.

More than anything I need to work so very carefully to

navigate these changes. To protect and be sensitive

to my children through these uncharted waters.

I can take refuge, in the thought that through all this,

I am being true to myself,

to who I really am deep down.

In life you can't ask for much more.

It is this soulful conviction that I hope stays with

me, as I venture forth on this new journey, with my

little ones.

This Soul parenthood.

::Blue and white::

We had a bit of an unschooling day today. A break with
the whole car routine - a day of following the wind, and
fresh spring air to where ever it may take us.

What true refreshment for the spirit can be found in a
carpet of flowers.



What joy to follow the path to wherever it may lead.



And to discover "Its a meadow mummy!"



How delighted I was to discover amidst the sea of white,
some of the dreamt of blue.....



Perfection, in blue and white.



I feel so grateful for the incredible way that nature works
upon us, how it helps myself and my little ones find our centre
and connect with who we are. How it almost effortlessly
allows us to breathe out for a while.

"Come see our fairy gardens....."

How wonderful it is, as the spring days "pull out" to enjoy
the beautiful late afternoon sunlight in the fresh air.

What magical secret busyness goes on!

How very lucky to be called away from the usual

tea time preparations to see two beautiful

fairy gardens!

Don't you just love little boys!

Walking by the Ocean.....

To me, there is something magical about walking through
a canopy of trees, to the beach. The combination of beautiful
delicate flowers, warm moist air and the ocean... so different
to the windswept beaches at home. A sure sign of being on holiday.

What treasures there are to discover.....carnivorous plants,
(spotted of course by my big boy!) soft papery bark and
a rock pool with a tiny crab!

How very passionate my little boys are about hiking! How
very excited they were to be given a hiking bag each....and
what sweet, funny-but terribly serious-deliberations we have,
over what to pack for an adventure.

I love watching this childhood connection with

nature unfold and drinking in the beauty

and wonder of it all.

::Holiday Sunsets::

I love how children enter into things body and soul.
How they splash in the waves, look for footprints in the sand
and search for treasures, all with such intense concentration
and joy. All their senses engaged in the here and now.

"All good things are wild and free... "

Henry David Thoreau

::Perfection in white::

How very fine it would be, for a

faerie's wedding in our plum tree just now.

A little Montessori........

I have never actually done any Montessori activities with
my own children before. But somehow the sight of a set of
delicious little vintage glass jugs at the op shop, proved just
too tempting. Were they not so perfectly child sized?
How could I, a former Montessori teacher resist such a treasure??
Apparently I could not.





And so we had a few minutes of Montessori this morning.
During which I could admire all those yummy little expressions
of concentration and enjoy a few moments of quiet.

::Daffodils::

::Daffodowndilly:

She wore her yellow sun-bonnet,

She wore her greenest gown;

She turned to the south west

And curtsied up and down.

She turned to the sunlight

And shook her yellow head,

And whispered to her neighbour:

"Winter is dead."

A.A. Milne (Published 1924)

Just now....

We have been blessed with a little taste of
spring over the last few days. A combination
I think of the unseasonably warm weather and
the delicious blooming of the hyacinth bulbs
I had tucked away.

Somehow I find myself anticipating the
loveliness of spring, I spend a lot of time
looking forward to the coming seasons.
It is one of the most beautiful kinds of
anticipation.
One of life's truest pleasures really........





But sometimes, its nice to just be in the
here and now too. To dig in and treasure these
last days of winter, in all their loveliness.

Tending the fire, doing some knitting,
feeling the crisp cold and cooking
some warm wintry dinners.

To just be where you are, to accept and be
open to the joy in this, the present moment.

Where ever you go, there you are...........
every moment has so many possibilities.
To realise that in every moment there is
the possibility of joy, if your heart is truly open to it.

Have a lovely late winters day!

::Olives::

I have often wondered what is ripe for the picking
in winter. Somehow our calender of fruit picking seemed
incomplete. But today came as such a wonderful answer to this....

Olives!

After a kind invitation from some friends, we spent a very
fortunate day discovering all the excitement of olive picking.
And what a merry communal effort it was, adults busy working,
children scrambling around playing together in the olive groves.
Much raking of olives (to think raking!) onto big cloths. Lots of
careful tipping into crates and a bit of hand picking along the way.
Such a wonderful family occupation. As it should be really!

How velvety smooth our hands were, by

the end of the day, from all the beautiful

oily, squishy olives!

What incredible satisfaction seeing all

those full crates lined up, ready to be crushed.

Tempting to dig your hands right in!

Such a feeling of plenty.

How wonderful to know that in the middle

of summer, we will be able to dress our salads

with some beautiful, extra virgin olive oil

-the fruit of our winter olive picking adventure.

Even now when I shut my eyes I see olives......