Even when you're so tired all you want to do is curl up with a good audio book and drift off, life continues it's natural rhythm.
And even though that dream of a lazy afternoon nap did not eventuate as I'd hoped (its been a really big week) the cooling and unseasonal rain of our late autumn days naturally brought about a slowing of sorts. Things still got done - but more quietly, methodically, in a gradual and calm manner. It felt as though this needed end of a very long hot summer closed the door on any rush to complete things or meet a deadline on time.
I can honestly say my mind, body and spirit are in relief as the wait to welcome winter is almost upon us.
We had almost a week of rain, so unusual for this time of the year but perfect for the garden and it brought us joy to watch each day as our vegetables soaked in the nourishment from heaven and doubled in size seemingly overnight. Nothing makes are garden grow like pure rainwater, especially a thorough soaking.
We have five baby roma plants, all heavy with tomatoes. Not long until they ripen and we can feast...
Bean seeds I planted on Thursday last week broke through the soil on Sunday, incredible...
During the rain we had a constant stream of feathered friends visiting. They practically live in our yard when it's wet and invite all their family and friends too.
Sitting outside with a hot cuppa and fresh baked cookies, hubby and I can watch the birds for ages, laughing at their antics, enjoying their company...
I read on Rhonda's blog that chickens need more protein in winter and a good way to give them that is a bowl of milky porridge each day, so as we had a wet week and the girls looked like they could use some warming up I started making them a bowl to share for breakfast.
Wow. They absolutely love it and now if I haven't got it ready each morning by 6.30 am Daphne will carry on so loud until the bowl is in front of her. Unlike Daphne, dear Bess is patient so sometimes I toss her some extra treats when Daphne's busy laying an egg.
(Blossom says I spoil my girls...nah.)
It was Blossom's birthday on Tuesday, she turned 26 on the 26th...how blessed we are to be her parents. We had a family afternoon tea on Sunday and it was so lovely for her to get some quality time with her dad while Ross and I chatted over a cuppa inside.
After our week of rain the sun shone and the skies were clear blue so she and Mr E wandered around the garden with Cully May and Rafaella...lots of chicken cuddling too (and she says I spoil them?).
On Tuesday I went over to her place for the morning and with the children and Ross we feasted on curried chick pea sausage rolls, crackers and dip, cups of tea and much laughter.
Behind the scenes I've been working on a new Tilda project with one of the new fabric lines due for release in July. Here's a sneek peak, though in June I can show you all of it.
Tonight I'll stitch down the binding and take photos tomorrow. Then there's a pattern to write and some leftover fabric to play with over the coming month.
Writing patterns was how I spent yesterday, which was cutting it fine with only a few days before I email them to my Faith In Hand members, but now they are done...
As much as I love to design and stitch, the pattern writing side of things is my least favourite side of this work. A bit like making all that mess in the kitchen when I bake (I love baking) but not enjoying the clean up quite as much.
What a surprise last night when my beloved arrived home from work with a bunch of flowers just for me. My favourites - gerberas and carnations - and right now he's driven off to pick up Pho Vegetarian Noodle Salad and dumplings for our dinner so I can have the night off.
It's the first day of winter next Monday and my plan over the weekend is to finish Cully May's cardigan in time for her to wear it that day. I've knitted everything except the neckband and the borders so I'm fairly sure it will be finished on time. And then I have a Miss Marple scarf to knit for myself - fortunately it's on big needles with thick yarn so shouldn't take long.
May your own end of season and the welcome of a new one be a happy time in your home, and I pray the days ahead offer more joy than sorrow, more sunshine than showers, and more hope than you imagined possible in your beautiful hearts.