Making preparations to return to work. Reluctantly.
Cooking My own bread. I buy rye flour and yeast in bulk and bake every day.
Drinking Greystone Savignon Blanc.
Reading Chocolat by Josephine Harris. My favourite line: “Children are born wild, I know. The best I can hope for is a little tenderness, a seeming docility. Beneath the surface the wildness remains, stark, savage and alien”.
Looking at the new Womankind quarterly magazine. So, so beautiful. Substance.
Playing at Yoga. I took a class on Saturday. I enjoyed the physicality. The mindfulness not so much. I just kept looking at the fan overhead, wanting to dust it.
Enjoying Dark chocolate, Etsy and strong coffee, preferably combined.
Sewing I really need to take this prompt out. It depresses me.
Wishing I had better command over my emotions some times.
Waiting for a revolution in Australian politics. I think I’m going to be waiting awhile.
Loving our foray into camping. You can feel the power of a memory being made.
Listening to ABC News podcasts and the Fifty Shades sound track. It’s good!
Marvelling At the number of people who ask me if and when I’m going to have another baby.
Needing to catch up on letter writing.
Following Jane Caro. I love EVERYTHING she says and the confidence with which she says it.
Bookmarking All things Peter Rabbit. Somebody’s first birthday is approaching.
Giggling With my friend, who told me not to worry if I farted during the yoga class.
Feeling the autumn breeze.
Wearing Yellow and tangerine.
Growing HUGE pumpkins that make beautiful soup.
This post is inspired by Taking Stock at Meet Me At Mikes.