You are reading books in a tent in the lounge. You both still have bottles in the afternoon.
Mabel has just come through to the kitchen, where I am sitting at the table writing. She mimed ‘I love you’. Her eyes. Her heart. Her mama. ‘Don’t forget to look after yourself’, she said to me, over her shoulder, as she left the room.
The Kale we sowed from seed has sprouted on the windowsill. 4 white plastic containers we filled with dirt, and watered and left to sleep in the sun.
You made your own sandwiches for lunch, tearing the crusts off and feeding them to the dog, as we sat here, all together.
Sweet faced daffodils and perfect pink tulips from the garden / Brown rice + soy milk + a sprinkling of yum for breakfast. And a cup of tea. / Every day dance parties / Carrot cake on pretty plates + newspaper wrapping and handmade cards. Because it’s the thought that counts. Because what’s important is showing someone you love them, as best you can. / Almonds + seeds + cranberries. In cakes. For snacks by the handful. On brown rice for breakfast. / More of my Mothers casual wisdom, handwritten by me 1 + 2 / This little love will be 3 so soon. Time’s flown.
Running away from home to stroll streets in Dunedin for a weekend / Little helper hands mixing carrot cake / Theo at the kitchen window / Stealing 5 minutes peace in the afternoon sun. Can we all just agree to add an extra day to the week dedicated solely to reading? / Tulips blooming in the garden / Cardigan dying 1 + 2 – cross your fingers for me / Lavender for borders and bees / And wonderful news! Dear friends are engaged. So begins a series of parties to celebrate, each more elaborate than the last.
Warding off end of Winter sneezes and sore throats with lemon and ginger in tea and in cakes. / ‘Where’s the….nevermind’. / Jessie learns to skateboard. She’s terribly adventurous. / At our local park, looking so little. / More and more Magnolias. / And signs of Spring. From the garden 1 + 2 / A kitchen corner. / She chooses her own outfits. Down to the socks.
Baking day 1 + 2 + 3 / Afternoon walks in her favourite shoes; always on the wrong feet. / Oh, hello to you! The bulbs I planted in April, arriving just before Spring. So cheerful. / Quilts, embroidery, and a well stickered sewing box. / My stylist making some last-minute adjustments to my outfit. Or trying to get at all the Lego that he keeps in my handbag. / Sitting on the back deck, waiting for Summer. / Knitting, knitting, knitting.
The hardest button to button is probably the cutest. / Thrifted: Blue Willow platter. So handsome. / Ranunculi are my favourite + washi tape picture rails / Thrifted: Blue Willow teapot and 6 pretty cups – perfect service for a spot of tea in the watery Winter sunshine + Snapdragons & Carnations – Mabel’s choices from our fortnightly trip to the flower market. / Thrifted: glorious yellow sifter; how happy you make me. / Five Minute Fix: Hanging new curtains (also thrifted this week!) / Spot the Sausage Dog. / Mabel’s new tattoos. “This one is a fish! And this one is a spider!”. But which is which? Answer on a postcard to the usual address. / Spring is sneaking into our garden. I couldn’t be more ready.
Moving leaves from gutters after days of rain while you stand on the footpath and offer instruction / Practice makes perfect / So many questions I now just point. (You thought you had me, “What does this say, Bubba?” “Um…’on’?” “Close…it says ‘No'” “But…those are the letters for ‘on’!” and on and on (and no) it went for, seemingly, ever / Buttery, buttery toast / “What does this spell, Mama?” – Mabel gets in on the action / Things Vegans Eat: Vegan Coleslaw: 1 Onion, 2 Cloves of Garlic, 2 cups Red Cabbage, 4 grated Carrots, large handfuls of leafy green vegetables (pictured here: Spinach and Silverbeet) + Parsley. Toss through with Olive Oil and the juice of a couple of Lemons. Don’t have plans to kiss anyone directly afterwards.
I’ve so enjoyed the challenge of a photo a day; and I’m still taking them! But love how they look all together, at week’s end, so they’ll be a little Sunday feature.
Bright orange Gerberas on the sideboard; I never used to care much for them, but now I love how long they last; their relentless optimism / Should probably get around to cleaning this up… / Theo vs the broccoli / My fortnightly treat – flowers for every room / Potatoes from the garden washed in the sink / Helping me write the card for their Grandmothers birthday / Theo is obsessed with the Atlas of late – we search it for places we recognise. Walk our fingers from our lonely Pacific island to Aunties in Borneo; in London; on Adventures / My little gift and name tag made for my lovely swap partner Jess as part of the recent National Bloggers Conference / Like the first day of school! Me on the morning before the conference.
Theo asked me on the way, ‘Mama? Are you going to a conference to make a new internet?’. Kind of, Bubba. Kind of.
I love being a part of this community. The spectrum of people it has introduced me to. Their humour and inclusiveness. Their personality and honesty. Their creativity and ability. And being able to transfer these connections into real life? The best.
It was also a reminder that it’s true what they say; never meet your idols. Or they just might get you lost in a part of your home town that even Google maps doesn’t want to know about, and completely confirm to you, that all the best people, the brightest and the best, think there’s nothing funnier than a good innuendo. Aye, Alex Fulton? In-your-endo.
This is what the week looked like:
The first yield of Apples off our little tree / My Grandmothers signature yellow beads hanging in the entranceway (thinking of stencilling the empty wall there on the left – suggestions welcome!) / Every room is better with flowers / Our little Lemon / Succulents on the front steps / And one for luck! Spent hours bricking out edges, mulching, planting blubs for Spring and tucking everything in with a layer of peastraw. These bricks were once my chimney – but that seems so long ago now.
Would you prefer the 365 daily? Or in a weekly round up like this?
Sun-drying tomatoes from the garden.