(1-3) One of the best parts of autumn is the bonfires.
Holy Goat girls and meeting Giselle the goat who will soon be coming to live with us and have kids and provide us with milk.
(8) The kitchen garden at dusk.
Monday early in the afternoon.
So far today: we got the girls up and off to school, had a quick coffee in town with my parents and then I did a pilates class. Pilates is ace for me. Farming and mothering are hard on my body and pilates feels a bit like a weekly tune up. It slows me down and helps me to remember to breathe, keep my shoulders down and do things properly. I've been doing pilates for nine years!!
And now I'm home sitting on the couch with a blankie on my knees answering emails about my book, filling in an author's survey and finding some photos of our family and farm for the publicity.
I still feel very self conscious when I'm referred to as the author.
There is clean washing in the machine to hang out, there is tonight's dinner to think about (onion soup?), I can see my farmer boy out the window filling up the vegie beds with compost, there's a zillion unanswered emails in my inbox and a house full of the weekend's mess to deal with, there are seeds to plant, apples to dehydrate and some phone calls to return.
But all I really feel like doing is having a long hot bath and listening to a podcast or hopping back into bed with my knitting.
I never ever do things like that. Especially not on a Monday when the to-do list is so high it's threatening to topple over. When the rest of my week is looking so crazy busy that now might be my only chance. But the pull of the cozy over the constructive is huge and strong.
Maybe I'll make the soup base and a bread dough and see.
Maybe I'll answer four emails for every four knitting rows.
Maybe I'll have lunch and then decide.
I hope your week is super lovely friends.
Have you got anything fun planned?
Bye bye. xx