I’m in the middle of peeing this afternoon when the doorbell rings. By the time I’ve pulled my pants up and opened the door, there’s nobody there, but a lovely box on the doorstep. It’s a delicious box of cheese and nibbles from Vegas & Rose, a birthday present from my lovely friend Karen. The kids and I sat under the back veranda chatting and nibbling on it for ages. Just the nicest thing ever!
The geraniums are oblivious to the world beyond the weather in our backyard. Watered sufficiently they pump out their fluorescent blooms to tempt the passing bees and delight the eyes of weary humans. Grown from a stolen branch, simple and bright, they seem content to be as they are, no more, no less.
This glorious autumn weather and the new slow pace of life is certainly good for one’s health. Lounging in the sun like a lizard on a rock has become a part of my daily routine. Sunshine, fresh air, feet up.
Not long after my box of wine arrived on my doorstep this morning another parcel came. A small paper bag, complete with a wave and a smile from the delivery boy. I smelled the contents and popped it in the darkness of the pantry. I now have a good supply of delicious, organic garlic from Slaty Creek Organics. Thanks Ross!
So, what shall I cook?
Songwriting is a strange process. Sometimes the song is a struggle most of the way, but you get there in the end. Other times it seems to spring out of nowhere. And then there are all those in betweens. In my books, when I write the lyrics to a verse one day and the second verse pops out complete the next morning, I’m on the easy end of the scale. Just hoping the third verse will emerge in a similar fashion tomorrow morning with my coffee.
I default to my sewing machine over a needle and thread ninety percent of the time. Today, however, I picked up the needle to craft my bows. Seated on the carpet in the north sun flooding my lounge room, I sat and stitched my satin bows into gathered plumpness. Twas a beautifully gentle and relaxing activity to sooth my weary bones and still my mind in these troubled times.
I checked my emails this morning and there was more than one from a wine company. Happy Birthday, they said, here’s a little voucher to make your day better. All those calls where I end up apologising for not purchasing, claiming my credit card is empty and my cellar is full, might have worn me down. I might just make a little birthday purchase and enjoy the anticipation of a parcel on its way.
Update: I did order myself a birthday box of Chardonnay as a little treat 🙂
My gorgeous friend Libby dropped around this afternoon with a care package for me, as I’ve got the flu and been stuck at home for a week. It’s always lovely to see her, but particularly so since I haven’t seen anyone since Monday. We chatted for a while with the window open, me inside the house and Libby on the veranda. It really is the little things that keep the heart happy.
My street has a couple of well-tended gardens and some magnificent plants (remember the pink magnolia I posted a while ago?), but in the main most of us are not up to much. Along my driveway fence, however, the neighbours have been so lovely as to plant a row of wonderful and varied roses. I wandered out to check the mail today and was greeted by this peach beauty, basking in the sunshine. Her perfume is as divine as her colour.
27 minutes of cute and witty kids animation put a smile on face tonight. The little brown mouse, with his back against up against a rock, finds he’s actually quite smart under pressure. Ah, the power of stories to defeat even the grizzliest of enemies! I’m sure this learning will come in handy when dealing with people. You can watch it for free on ABC iview.