My weekend was spent garage saleing with my hubby Stephen and our youngest daughter Rebecca (also affectionately referred to as Boo. I love the excited feeling of anticipation.....are we going to find that something special, will we get it at a good price and who will we meet along the way? Saturday was no exception! I managed to find some lovely plants (albeit in need of some love)in large glazed pots... and I only paid $1 each, pot and all!! These now sit nestled with my daisies, roses and lavender.
I have to tell you......daisies are my all time favourite flower, followed very closely by roses! Why you ask?? Daisies are so simple! Whenever I'm sitting around and a pen/pencil is nearby I always doodle daisies.....oh and trees!!! They remind me to keep life simple....to shed worries and not carry unnecessary burdens around with me......and they remind me that there is immense beauty in the simplest of things.
Anyway.....So the rest of my weekend consisted of snuggles on the lounge with Steve and the kids, going to church on Sunday morning and having a wonderful dinner at home here with all of my family and their significant others and our gorgeous grand-daughter Lailah-Rose and my sweet parents.
And for the first time in I think ever I made my very own handmade (no bread machine!) fresh bread!! It was amazing! Not to mention it took me back to my childhood days when Mum used to grind her own wheat and make her own bread and rolls and wheat-meals. I loved the walk home on these days because I could smell the aroma of fresh baked bread and I knew that it was coming from home and the thought of piping hot bread smothered in melted butter and honey fresh from our beehives would make the rest of the walk home feel like a magic carpet ride. These are the memories I want for my children.
I also find myself feeling frustrated that due to a hand injury making my time to create become almost stagnant.....very frustrating!! But it doesn't stop me from pooling ideas in my head ready to hit the ground running when my hand finally comes good. So for now I can only dabble with my feet in the pond and dream of big things.
But at the end of the day when I lay down under my colourful patchwork quilt, and I ponder.....I realize it's all those little things that happen during my day that make me who I am. And having the capacity to be grateful for and recognize those things all have a place in my creation. This makes me feel so blessed.