Trying keep up with some of the great routines and rhythms that we learnt about and established during my ‘E-Course’ a few months ago. One of our daily rituals is the weather, what its doing, how its looking, how it will effect our day.
I have been eyeing up the beautiful wooden weather blocks on etsy. So lovely, natural, tactile. Expensive.
So I grabbed out some felt, freehanded a few shapes (the sun could use some work but the rest I’m pretty happy with) and spent an evening sewing up some little weather shapes to go with our morning ‘Whats the Weather Doing Today’ song and discussions.
On Anzac day we headed over to Oxford for a morning out and stopped by the cenotaph with our poppies to drop off. My little ladies reverence while placing her little poppy and then replacing some fallen ones was a delight to watch. Perhaps it was just playing with flowers to her. But it felt like more.
Afterwards we popped to the playground (10m form the cenotaph) and had a play and then coffee to warm up from the brisk wind.
Joining Soulemama for ~ This Moment ~ A moment form this week that I want to pause, savour and remember. A special moment
Easter day. Egg hunt in the garden – well carrot and bunny hunt really. Park and River. Bike and stream. This sunshine is just to good to waste. Wearing her mama made Easter foxy woxy tunic.
Total picture overload. Sorry. But really I’m not. After a week of rain the day dawned bright and there was a golden orb in the sky radiating heat. Awesome.
So on Easter Saturday we headed into the city to the museum (no pictures) and then to the botanic gardens to revel in the reds, golds, yellows and oranges of the season. Yes I am aware that for 95% of you reading this red, gold and orange are not the colours that leap to your minds when you think of Easter. I’m aware. It’s odd.
But it was spectacular – seriously beautiful. The colours, the meandering river. Dabbled light through huge leaves. The paths and our little one, dashing along on her bike. She’s so speedy now. Confident and happy. There a lot of personality but she’s fun to take out and explore with. I think it suits her ever motoring brain and active body.
It was packed with families and couples. Old, young and in-between. Tourists. People marvelling at not only the natural colour and texture of the gardens and parks but also the beauty of a city that has previously been so devastated. In so many parts reduced to a chillingly literal state of rubble.
It was a perfect autumn day. A wonderful start to the easter weekend.
Scavenger hunt at the botanic gardens. Sunshine for the first time in a week.
Joining Soulemama for ~ This Moment
A moment from this week that I want to pause, savour and remember. A special moment.
I started writing a post about rain and wet and gardens and mud. Then I thought stop. I want colour and pretty and creative.
So here it is, a little peak at Easter
We are keeping everything crossed the rain stops and we can hold little ladies Easter Egg Hunt tomorrow. Little bunnies are waiting for new owners. Bags waiting to be filled.
Other things that have been happening
Fluffies at the cafe. Warming fires. Homemade almond butter and raw choco energy balls from the Thermomix. Watching films.
At the weekend hubby was awesome enough to take little miss off for the morning so I could have a bit of downtime. Ive been tired recently and decidedly ‘cranky’ as my loves put it. ‘Cranky’. Not entirely flattering but possibly pretty close to the truth. Late nights, long days, broken sleep and a little person with ever increasing independence and opinion have left me a touch frazzled. Frazzled. I prefer that term.
They explored a steam fair near out little town. Steam engine, steampunk, steam trains. So good. If a little intimidating initially. Me. I had a tidy, chopped wood, lit the fire, soaked in a bath and read my book. It was awesome. I was so ready to greet them when they got home. Hubby worked all arvo and madam and I, we hung out. Books, biking, rode her pony. Had a late supper. Laughed and giggled together.
The space gave me a chance to recharge. adjust my view. Ground myself and remember to step away and breathe. Three is hard. A poll among close friends revels we are all finding it challenging at times. Newborns – pah, easy peasy. Let me lend you my 3 yr old and see how that goes.
Three is just more. More fun, more active, more creative, more attitude, more words more independence and more belief in themselves. So much we want to nurture and build on. My crankiness, was not helping.