Slower Pace

Round One of Keeno has been slow. It is not a nice place but there have, of course, been lovely moments and colour always stands out so well against grey. A selected few out of towners have dropped in. Fortunately the first couple of days weren't as bad and they came bearing light, ranunculus, good cheer and gentle words. 

Not anticipating the flush of redness that had the whole family staring at me over the brekky table, I had already booked Natalie for more hair cropping.  This is the best photo I could manage although I do look like a bubble headed E T due to the unfortunate back lighting. Note the eyebrows hoisting the lids open before I flopped on the bed. One more crop to go ....

Others are experimenting with their looks as well. Remember 'heroine chic' and the 'waif'. We at the farmhouse like to describe this one as the Bosnian orphan look. The number of skirt layers varies according to the time one has to don them before being deposited. Thankfully kindy is an enormous hit with this one which has made things very easy.

Lying in bed and looking out at the mountains at the gorgeous Brisbania autumn, I am thankful that all this is happening at such a  gentle time of year. This is how I remember the English summers. The air is still and warm, just stirring the leaves and it is quiet and calm. Great weather for dozing.

It is so spring- like that even the frangipani is sending out new shoots? New life? Dare I see a sign?

So we mooch and rest and play together. There is a soft calm over the house perhaps from the visitors' light or from the inherent awareness that there is healing going on. 

We have snuggled and slept and shifted in some of our usual routines although a lot of them have just continued along.

The Big Fella has taken the Fantastic Four to the beach today to enjoy the weather and burn off some steam. The short one was determined to be included in the group today having been left last time.

They seem to be having a lovely time and Big Fella is keeping me in the picture so I can enjoy them enjoying it all. How can Autumn be so divine?

This one opted to stay behind to keep me company. He has put out some washing and keeps checking on me.  Cinders may have earned himself a nice- cream Sunday for Sunday lunch!