Thoughts of raindrops falling

There’s a quiet peacefulness to your waking

Rhythmic raindrops create a steady beat on the roof.

It’s dark outside, with hints of grey. Just enough to show the puddles pooling in a long since saturated ground.

Thoughts dance briefly over the seedlings you planted three days ago, wondering at their willingness to grow through soggy adversity.

You scrunch your eyes tight to the predictable incoming thought parade.

The mental list of to do’s can surely wait. Just now, here in the early morning grey, this is dedicated gentle think time. Just like the raindrops that continue to fall outside, so to will the thoughts. Speeding up as the day cracks open.

But not yet, not now. It’s still early, and listening to those raindrops falling outside is the only required thought.

 

 

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When it storms, I bake

cityhippyfarmgirl.comfetta and pesto sourdough scrolls || cityhippyfarmgirl.com

Gumboots and an umbrella weren’t really going to cut it over the last few days here in Sydney.

Sydney, Newcastle and the Wollongong area have all copped a battering, and while the storm has now lessened, the clean up is going to go on for a lot longer.

After adventurous soggy walks to school in the mornings, there wasn’t much else for me and the small one to do but batten down the hatches, read stories, and do what I can with not much food in the cupboard.

Thanks to bread baking being a wonderful part of my life… we certainly didn’t go hungry, (fetta and pesto sourdough scrolls).

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Some pictures of the storm can be found here.