life is busy in our neck of the woods.
in the dying days of summer the sun is hot, the humidity high and the storm clouds gather and tease us with a promise of rain that never seems to fall.

i haven't experienced summer in many other parts of the world but from what i have read and learned the australian summers a somewhat unique.

the roses are pleading with the gathering clouds to open up and let it rain.

the arrival of miss lucy coincided with the completion of a new gate and fence and i have been busy digging and planting, nurturing and tending in order to showcase the front of our house.

as i water the garden in the evenings i notice the busy scene beyond the window. the mister cleaning up the dinnertime mess and the kids with one screen or another crammed into their faces.

i realised tonight that i have been peering through that window for over twenty years now. i love seeing the family quietly going about their family business as families do.
in the dying days of summer the sun is hot, the humidity high and the storm clouds gather and tease us with a promise of rain that never seems to fall.
i haven't experienced summer in many other parts of the world but from what i have read and learned the australian summers a somewhat unique.
the roses are pleading with the gathering clouds to open up and let it rain.
the arrival of miss lucy coincided with the completion of a new gate and fence and i have been busy digging and planting, nurturing and tending in order to showcase the front of our house.
as i water the garden in the evenings i notice the busy scene beyond the window. the mister cleaning up the dinnertime mess and the kids with one screen or another crammed into their faces.
i realised tonight that i have been peering through that window for over twenty years now. i love seeing the family quietly going about their family business as families do.
it's busy and real and honest and warts and all.
it will be our history some time in the future.
i snap it and write about it because some day in the years to come i may want to look back and remember
the ordinary days when nothing special happens,
the days when miss lucy insists on helping me make the bed in the morning,
the days when i get to play with the gorgeous stash of fabrics snapped up at last weekends japanese summer festival.
it's nothing very special, and yet it is (special)
Oh there is so much that is special about it all...well that is why I tell myself to record all the non events and dodgy photos of our lives as well.
Happy weekend to you.....and the garden looks fabulous too. xxx
Posted by: Bron | February 16, 2013 at 10:03 AM
Beautiful post! I love being on the outside looking in too in the evenings ~ there's something unique about watching like a stranger set apart but knowing the story.
Loving your front gate, too.
Posted by: Kellie | February 16, 2013 at 12:17 PM