Music in the kitchen!

I have not been blogging much (clearly) over the last couple of weeks.  The fact is life has not felt simple.  With illness, antibiotics, gastro, head colds plus a trip to visit our friends on their station 8hrs drive away over Easter.  It has not been all bad, there has been some really lovely times too - it has just been busy.  Such is family life! 

We are coming up to school holidays here and my heart is singing!  I have been exploring fun things for the boys to do in the garden during the holidays.  I want to build a weaving hut with them, explore garden projects and we have veggies to plant and still need to lay that straw!  Where does the time go?

Today has been a beautiful day.  Nothing even remotely unusual about it, just one of those days where my heart is at peace.  The morning was crisp and the day slowly warmed up until we had beautiful clear blue skies.  A sign autumn is well and truly here.  The days are growing shorter, the nights cooler.  We have been lighting the wood fire and its lovely to wake up to a warm, cozy house. 

My garden is looking replenished and green.  The soil is damp, plants are growing with the warm sunny days and the rain scattered about. 

Today I cooked, did washing and enjoyed the sunshine while I hung it out.  The boys played outside, we read too many books to count.  We chatted and cuddled, I spent the boys nap hand sewing a doll in the lounge with the sheer curtains blowing slightly from the breeze coming through the open windows. 

I had to nip to our post office this afternoon to post a couple of dolls and on the way home we were listening to music in the car.  When we pulled up at the house Angus was upset the music had to get turned off.  So I brought the boys little CD player into the kitchen and put on some music - nothing of theirs.  It was my music.  Acoustic, slightly folksy music.  We danced together in the kitchen, amongst soup simmering on the stove, dishes in the sink and mail spilling off the table and my heart filled with joy.  These are the moments I remember why I'm at home, why I gave up my career.  These are the moments where everything aligns to make the ordinary extra-ordinary and magical.     

When did I stop playing my music and dancing around the kitchen?  When did I turn into a serious grown up?  When did I lose my sense of fun?  I guess the pressures and responsibilities of parenthood, owning a business and PND take their toll. 

I have developed some lovely friendships with some young adults in our church, they are reminding me of this sense of fun.  Its still there, buried within.  Bit by bit, days like today, the simple act of moving music back into our kitchen.....together these simple pleasures renew that part of my soul.  Much to my families delight.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend!

xx