#1821 The blue sky

I couldn’t wait to finish work today. I drove to pick up baby girl from school, and stepped out of the car to this:

Blue skies.

Beautiful.

Blissful.

So clear, so crisp, up ahead, without even a spot of a cloud.

I breathed in the mild summer air, grateful for the warmth surrounding me, looking forward to better days.

Always. πŸ’–

#1766 Love Summer

It kinda hit me as I crept out of baby girl’s room tonight.

The toilet door I passed is usually so drafty come winter time, from it’s permanently ajar window…

And yet as I went by it tonight, it was so balmy.

And I was like, “YES.”

I love this.

I love summer.

Things are so easy. Walking around with no socks on.

Sandals, for days.

Windows and doors open, fresh air invited in on a regular basis.

Sunnies and sunscreen.

No shivering.

No heater.

No frosty mornings.

(Well this is Melbourne, so we still get slumped every now and then πŸ˜‰).

The warmth brings with it relaxation, release, and a beautiful flow.

I love the flow.

I openly welcome Summer. Please stay for as long as you can. πŸ’–

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#1724 Day 226 of getting there: First 2020 Beach Day

I’m calling it!

And it’s not even a Summer beach day…

It’s a Spring beach day!

Winning!

(For myself and half the state today, it seemed πŸ™„…)

November 3rd.

Now, it’s not the earliest beach visit we’ve ever made post-cold weather. In 2017 we got there mid-October, which I consider a feat with all of those freezing cold Spring mornings.

But 2017 didn’t have covid either.

EVERYONE was at the beach today. We also popped down, chilled for a couple of hours, dipped our toes in the not-yet-warm, icy waters, and just breathed.

It felt like we were on holiday time.

There was the beach visit.

We were all home.

It was warm, hot.

Hubbie had 2 days off IN A ROW, that is cause for celebration!

(I had to keep reminding myself that baby girl goes to school tomorrow!)

It seriously felt like we were on extended holiday. And it made it all the more sweeter, because we were home.

This is why we moved. To get more of this. The last few months have been challenging to say the least, and I have more obstacles to overcome, and more hurdles to jump ’til I can say I am finally there.

But today gave me a taste of the beautiful life that is to come.

And it’s seriously, beautiful. 😍

#1679 Day 181 of getting there: the warmer days are foretelling

What happened today?

I came downstairs on this Saturday morning, much like I’ve come downstairs every Saturday morning for the past 5 months…

In my long-sleeved pj pants, my long-sleeved pj top, nightgown ON TOP of that, and sleep socks and moccasins on my feet.

I got some stuff out for brekkie. Then I went to feed Mister F, and let him out, as usual…

But as I opened the door, something hit me.

HUMIDITY.

And, FLIES.

What? When did it change so suddenly to late Spring?

But so it was today.

And I had 3 outfit changes…

I wore a black t-shirt with jeans when I went grocery shopping…

I wore a black singlet with ankle length capri-type pants when I took baby girl to the park later…

And then this evening, I put on a dress!

WHAT?

I haven’t worn any of these items since pre-covid. And to wear short sleeves, a dress even, well it blew my mind.

It really made me feel like the good ol’ days. Of going out. When I didn’t live in trakkies. When the days were warm, busy and full of social gatherings.

And so today, it started to feel all the more closer.

Here’s a pic of baby girl reaching for the sky today.

And for once, it feels achievable. πŸ’–

#1670 Day 172 of getting there: the balcony ukelele

I don’t have a photo to share with you about today’s gratitude.

But just sit with me, and listen as I talk you through it.

Imagine… the sun is bright. It’s 3:30, so the sun is just past it’s halfway point in the sky.

Still, it’s blinding.

Not a whisper of a breeze. Nothing. The horizon is clear. You can see the blue waters of Port Phillip Bay.

I am on the balcony.

I am relaxed. Breathing deeply. I’ve just finished work, so all the day’s rushing and routine is melting away under the heat.

But my empty coffee cup sits on the small table in front of me, so I’m starting to perk up too.

Baby girl is sitting next to me… with a toy ukelele. She strums it, showing me how she can do so with both hands.

“Sing a song Mum,” she goes.

“Mama,” I begin. “Ooooh.”

But I realise the words will go dark soon, and with only me and baby girl there, it’ll be even louder.

“I’ve got another one.

Love of my life, don’t leave me

You’ve stolen my love, you now desert me…”

And so I went singing a few more Freddie lyrics, while baby girl strummed the ukelele.

It was the sweetest, loveliest little moment. I actually wished I was a professional singer, as the practise of singing along to an instrument felt so soothing and special.

“That was beautiful honey,” I said. “But I don’t think I’ll give up my day job.”

πŸ˜‰

Still, that little musical moment made my day. πŸ’–

#1661 Day 163 of getting there: Signs of spring in iso

Today, the sun shone through the window.

The doors were open in the house.

We sat outside during my lunch break…

And sat outside for coffee too.

And baby girl brought me a flower from the grass outside. A weed maybe, but who cares? It’s yellow, it’s bright.

All beautiful signs of spring. 🌻🌸🌹🌺

Because, it was the first day of September.

YES.

Thank you. πŸ™

#1590 Day 92 of getting there: Shelter and the sky unleashed

As I walked quickly to get baby girl from school this afternoon, the umbrella was firmly in my hands.

Closed.

I defied the wispy drops falling from the sky. Clouds abounded, but there was still light… waning.

The kids were soon released, and when the wisps turned into a consistent drizzle –

WHOOSH! Up went the umbrella.

Still, baby girl chose to run ahead and walk with a friend, while I stood with a fellow Mum under the black shade.

It wasn’t that bad.

But that all changed 20 minutes later.

At home. We were warm. Dry.

And the house went dark.

Soon… the distinct loud pattering of approaching rain was on our doorsteps.

And all around us. Enveloping the house.

Loud.

Water spilled out over the gutters, making waterfalls on all sides of the house.

It pooled outside the windows, creating mini flows of river.

Ice descended too… if only for a bit. Hitting the concrete hard like a cracking whip.

We watched from the shelter of our home.

It sure was great to be home.

#1368 Sleep socks

I love my sleep socks.

What the hell are sleep socks?

Well, they are socks specifically for the purpose of sleeping in them. Think fluffy, long, super comfy and too thick to wear with regular shoes…

But I don’t really sleep with them.

Sure I end up in bed with them on MANY a night… but during the night all too often I find myself kicking them off in my dreams.

I wear them all around the house on cold nights. Think of them as my Winter accompaniment…

Only we are in Melbourne peeps, and we all know Winter can happen, even on December 25th…

Or November 13th. Like today.

It has been soooo cold lately. Tonight I was feeling chilly and worn out, and just as the heater went on (I know, it’s Spring – hangs head in shame) so too did my sleep socks.

I have like, 6 pairs. Super fluffy ones for those Antarctic nights in Winter… a couple of basic ones in different colours that are kind of like, mid-range in warmth but still totally do the job… and then I have my long ones.

My long spotty sleep socks.

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This is me with my feet up as baby girl falls asleep. These socks are specifically for when it is colder than normal, but not that freezing that I need to throw on a Winter coat or anything.

Hence, tonight.

I bloody love my sleep socks. And living where I do, I can be assured they come in handy, ALL year round.

 

#1354 Summer salads – quinoa, mango and tomato medley

It ain’t Summer yet, but the weather is definitely warming up, making it the perfect time to start making fresh, healthy and inciting meals that take stock of some Summer staples.

The ‘salad’ I made today could well be a meal on its own – and why not? On those hot days when you just can’t be bothered turning on the heat, well this recipe uses minimal,Β and combines a lot of great flavours, all fresh and warm and contrasting, so that it really equals a surprisingly filling yet healthy meal.

Oh and there’s coriander. There are some people that hate it… but we are not those people.

Hubbie LOVES coriander. And I gotta say I enjoy the fresh and mild flavour it gives off too.

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Looking forward to a hot summer, with some stunning salads, like the above πŸ˜‰

 

#1337 A bike ride to the park

A while ago we discovered a park that was about a 10 minute walk from our house. Hidden and kind of out of the way, not on any main road or high viewpoint, this park is small and unassuming… and right up our alleyΒ street. πŸ˜‰

Baby girl’s theme song this weekend?

“BICYCLE! BICYCLE! BICYCLE!

I want to ride my bicycle

I want to ride my bike

I want to ride my bicycle

I want to ride it where I like.”

So what did we do today?

Ride the bike… to the park.

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She was rapt.

And what was awaiting us when we got there?

YELLOW. A field of yellow.

Capeweed, is what I think they’re called. They are prolific at this time of year, and prolific they were today at the park… they covered the entire expanse of grass surrounding the playground… all of it. I stared in awe, at this common Spring flower, reminded that even something such as a weed, can look so bright, so pretty, can perk you up and light up everything around it.

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It was the loveliest thing to be waiting for us on a warm Spring day.

And my second most favourite bit of the trip? Going home. It is mostly downhill, and with baby girl on the bike, careening out of control every 10 seconds…

I had to jog beside and ahead of her, to make sure she stayed on track. The run back is often tiring, but at the same time, running through the idyllic and pretty as a picture streets, something in me wakes up, and makes me really happy. I arrive back home exhausted, yet so satisfied. πŸ™‚

“On your marks, get set, go!”

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