When I woke this morning, the first sounds to reach my groggy ears were the subtle shuffles of furniture being arranged in the dolls house. Till talks to herself quietly while she plays - it's like listening to music. Next, my nose caught hold of an enticing aroma...cinnamon and fruit wafting up from downstairs. Then the best surprise of all...Harry walked though my bedroom door carrying a plate of freshly toasted and thickly buttered raisin bread - Oh my lucky stars. Ben (our resident early riser) had already returned home from buying the weekly veg supply at the Farmers Markets. He always stops by the bakery and sometimes pops into the butcher as well. Ben does this every Saturday! What would I do without him? Starve most likely.
After breakfast, we spent the morning out and about the place. Our first stop was the local library (and woohoo, they had a copy of The Clan of the Cave Bear - which Mum and Lou have been insisting I'd love and must read). Then we stopped by at one of the best garage sales I've been to in a long time. I came home with many great treasures; two t-shirts, a pair of pants, several never used soy candles, some home-made talc and piano music by the TRUCK load. Plus a few other interesting bits and pieces. A whole box of goodies in fact. On our way home we briefly stopped in at the op shop and found even more goodies; an almost untouched lift-the-flap Usborne book about Rome (well Harry spied this find), a Ralph Lauren 100% cashmere jumper (swoon) and a large piece of denim fabric just perfect for adding to my sewing stash.
And here we are now. All four of us together in the kitchen, each doing our own thing. Ben is trying out all that new piano music. I could sit and listen to him playing all day. Ben doesn't think he's that great, but really he is. Harry is already half-way through a Horrible Histories book titled 'Dark Knights and Dingy Castles' (a new library book) and Till is reading over old notes she has received from the fairies in our garden. She keeps ducking outside to where they reside, under our fig tree. No doubt she's making some arrangement for them. Oh wait, here she is again. Ah....she's writing them more letters. Is there anyone more devoted to fairies than our Till?
And so it is, that I sit here with an overwhelming sense of contentment. It seems I may have worried a few of you with yesterdays post. I'm fine. Honestly. Better than fine. I don't regret writing what I did. In doing so, I confronted what was bothering me. The healing power of blogging perhaps?!
I hope your Saturday is turning out to be just as lovely as ours is!
We are just about to head out for picnic!
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