#1552 Day 54 of getting there: chalk and the Autumn walk

With a day like today, how could we not go outside?

We HAD to get outside!

First, a bit of a longer walk this time. I love how we can go in the same direction, and yet depending on where we turn, we can pick from like 7 different walk around the block options!

We decided to go further and walk through a nearby park… and even without the freedom for baby girl to run onto the play equipment and have a swing, a slide, and climb across the monkey bars, it was still enjoyable walking by in the late afternoon sun.

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And then, the CHALK. You know as a part of my recent Target order, I got 4 packs of chalk.

I AM NOT ASHAMED.

I couldn’t find it anywhere. ANYWHERE during the height of the chalk phase weeks ago.

So I was damn well going to catch up.

So we prettied our driveway, and the footpath in front of our house.

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And then made a hopscotch leading up to our front door.

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The rule is, you MUST hopscotch your way to the door… no ifs, ands or buts.

It must be done! 🙂

 

#1529 Day 31 of getting there: My extraordinary garden find

Autumn is not the normal time of year to go out and find something growing in your garden.

Nor is it the time of year to find an extraordinary change in your garden, a new one that you’ve never seen before.

Which is why when I walked out today to hang some washing, I turned the corner and –

WHAT? What was that thing in my tulip pot that was NOT A TULIP???

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Mister F.

Typical cat. Just sleeping in the pot where my tulips used to sprout, now the bulbs laying temporarily dormant under all of his fluff and fur, while he decided to make himself comfy in his new home around the corner of our house.

I must say… although I love when my tulips arrive, it is pretty cute and special to see our furry friend sticking his head up from the garden pot. 🙂

#1526 Day 28 of getting there: the Autumn walk no. 2

We had so much love surrounding our big, 50+ minute walk today.

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You know, you don’t really know your neighbourhood until you’ve walked through it. Drive all you like, drive high, drive low, drive all day if you wish…

But until you’ve walked…

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You just don’t know.

We took time to ponder, plan our home renovations, question plant choices, muck about, and breathe in the lovely fresh air, all while progressing to over 4000 steps, and taking in a whole lot of water views too.

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So good. ♥

#1516 Day 18 of getting there: the Autumn walk

Walking has become such a necessity in recent weeks.

Such a real, true, essential part of our living.

Which is why it comes as no surprise really, that exercise, i.e. walking, is part of the four reasons we are allowed to head outside of the house.

Essential item. Saving our sanity while we lock ourselves up from the world?

Yep. That’s about as essential as you can get.

I was in front of the computer for so long, and it was gorgeous out. After I finished my work shift, baby girl and I headed outside, around the block.

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I am still amazed at the power of fresh air. The mental benefits that a walk down a neighbouring street can bring. How passing other people out on the footpath, walking their kids, or pets, can bring such a sense of community, when we are all meant to be staying away from each other.

More than the atmosphere, I loved the conversation. Baby girl and I were yammering away about Mister F’s latest antics, what we were gonna do after this whole CV was over, and how the Easter Bunny was gonna make his way over to our side of town during the weekend.

Smiling, skipping. Like there wasn’t a pandemic happening right now.

That’s the way it should be.

Because although we should be vigilant with our health and physical boundaries right now, we should also MOVE ON. ♥

#1288 Planting synopses and seeds

First, it was the SYNOPSIS.

Baby girl came up this morning but then proceeded to sleep, loudly. Congested or not, she was breathing so deeply and we just couldn’t sleep anymore. Hubbie and I got up, leaving her sleeping alone in our bed, and went to have breakfast.

She was still sleeping after that, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to spend time doing what I hadn’t been doing for the LONGEST TIME… which was working on my novel. I was due to submit a synopsis of it at midnight tonight for my recent course, and I hadn’t really started.

So off to work I went.

As I looked for plot points and complications, the turning points and climax, I realised something… I had forgotten a lot. When something is amassing 97,000 words, you can understand that some things may be forgotten… and every time I have gone to re-edit, I have generally read the first few chapters, before getting distracted for a while, and then coming back to it… only to start at the beginning AGAIN.

And also, I finished writing this novel, let’s see…. sometime in 2012. That’s a whole 7 years. A LOT can be forgotten in that time.

And I had. Forgotten a lot. I had to bring up my original manuscript, pour over sections, and something became very clear, very quickly.

I really liked it.

I know that is a massive breach of what you are allowed to say as a creative person! You are meant to say things like –

“oh, that old thing.”

OR

“Yeah, it’s ok (hair flip) I could’ve have done better.”

OR

“It is a piece of shit,” (with a hyena-type laugh because you’ve just scored yourself a major contract).

But I found myself more times than not, reading things over even when I didn’t have to.

I was re-discovering my story. I was finding twists and surprises I had put in there long ago, and I was pleasantly surprised I had managed to do that, even before my online writing courses had been a glimmer of a thought.

Clearly I still have a lot of work in front of me. But I felt the structure, was pretty good. The premise, was entertaining enough.

I liked my characters.

I liked my overall meaning.

I liked my ending.

I was proud of myself.

(Pat on the back :))

So I sat there, in my pjs ’til about 1pm (baby girl did come down and I did stop to give her breakfast) at the laptop, pouring over my novel and expelling more of my soul into the synopsis than I even thought possible.

I planted the synopsis.

And then I planted the SEEDS.

Or should I say bulbs. Tulip bulbs. And before I have gardeners sending me angry emails of “how dare you plant in Winter,” be assured I FORGOT to plant the bulbs in Autumn, I really did.

After the tulips I got from the Tulip festival last year had their run and their petals fell off, I did as recommended and gathered the bulbs and put them in a plastic bag, to lay dormant over the year so that they could be re-planted the next.

Sure, I missed Autumn. But I read somewhere that these flowers were hardy AS. They could handle almost anything. I was urged to try regardless, and so today we finally took them out of the bag…

And shock horror… they had SPROUTED!

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In the bag! It gave me hope! If they could sprout in the bag, imagine what they could do in SOIL????

We covered the 8 bulbs we had and fertilised and watered them, and then I told baby girl and Hubbie we all had to send it lovely positive thoughts.

It is in a pot outside the room where I sit and write. So hopefully sometime in Spring, I will be reaping the fruits of both my SYNOPSES and SEEDS labours….

;);););)

 

 

 

 

#1219 17 days into June

Girls and guys, we are getting there.

We are half way through the first month of Winter.

And you know what? Hell I am going to call it… come August time and I don’t even consider it even Winter anymore. Let’s just say we have a month and a half to go.

So maybe I am ‘slightly’ biased, August being birthday month and all. But seriously. With the early start we had to Winter (ahem, last week of Autumn), I can honestly expect to start seeing a bit more peeking sunshine come the eighth month of the year.

And you know… by mid-August anyway, plants even start to flower.

And no I don’t say that because it is my birthday then. IT IS TRUE.

We have survived 17 days peeps.

WE CAN DO THIS.

#1180 Watching the world go by

I helped out in baby girl’s class this morning.

2 HOURS. Even with them singing out “Good morning SmikG” (!) making any teacher dreams I ever had come true, I still required a… something… anything… time out to pat myself on the back on this hellish say that was considered, May.

Stupid Melbourne weather.

I headed through not-very-Autumn-like winds and shivering temperatures to…

Via Boffe. We are living there lately.

I ordered a warming chai latte… the herbs darling, NOT the powder… a protein ball…

And I sat by the window.

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Yep. I was one of those people. The ones you spy through café windows, looking back at you all haughty and dream-like as they sip their beverages and you walk by in a rush, wishing you were in there instead.

I was that person.

I loved it. Just as nice as it is to do something for others, as I had done this morning…

So too is it good to do something, for ME.

#1173 Love for May

Even though it heralds one more month until the coldest time of year, I still find myself loving the last month of Autumn in a special way.

May holds beautiful things for me. Wedding memories, sunshine-y days, last hurrah bursts of warmth… parents anniversary, Dad’s birthday… Mother’s Day… May is a month that holds a lot of celebrations, a lot of get togethers, and a lot of reflecting on moments and how far we have come.

The Autumn leaves are falling… there is still occasional mildness in the air… the sunsets, are sweet…

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Who am I kidding? They are on fire.

The sky, was on fire tonight.

Even just consider the word, ‘May.’ It suggests an allowance of things to come, a natural ebb and flow of events, a gentleness, a receptiveness that makes everything so easy.

A season that lets things happen if you want them to.

May. May your May, be good to you.

 

#1165 Shedding

Today was about release.

Acceptance of oneself.

Removing the obstacles.

Clearing the path.

Believing in something greater.

Shedding of the old… like the Autumn leaves…

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And openness, to the new.

In closure, there is always a new door that is opening.

And there is nothing wrong with those leaves that are falling… like Mother Nature, they are part of a cycle, part of us, part of our process of reinvention and growth and renewal.

But change is inevitable, and change is necessary.

Change is good.

And it’s time for my leaves, to come gently cascading down.