love on a long weekend



This past weekend was a long one. There is a lot to love about long weekends.

I loved two consecutive hot cups of tea. Instead of the usual tepid first one and and stone cold second. (Throwing caution to the wind, I did try for a third…with tepid results.)

I also loved finally turning a corner with the mixy-matchy ‘I’m really not sure about this coming together’ blanket. I’m still not sure, but not as not sure as before.

We explored, and visited and spent time with loved family. Ending in long waves out car windows until they were just specks in the distance.

There were cousins and sunsets, long talks and games.

Not to forget that there was also cake. Scrumptious cakes on long weekends, bought from farmers markets and eaten with loved ones. That’s a pretty good long weekend I think.


thoughts from the weekend

cold winter beach with coloured skies

the pinks, blues and greys draw Little Monkey in

what goes on in that little three year old mind?

when all he wants to do is stand and watch the ocean

is it the magic of the water drawing him in?

or is it a snapshot preview of years to come?

wetsuit zipped up, surf board in hand, watching the sets roll in.

warm snuggles with my girl on cold days

quiet reading with Monkey Boy, (Wind in the Willows is serious business)

a visit from my midwife,

will there ever come a time when there isn’t a golden glow around the door way when she appears?

I don’t think so

sipped hot drinks with Mr Chocolate

and conversations that poke, prod and pull at dreams.

thoughts of how disgusting this lingering cough sounds from the beast virus that felled four of our family

to the untrained ear I’ve either been smoking 4 packs a day for the past 20 years or have contagious stamped all over me

it’s neither, but denial seems futile.

and cheesy toast, oh cheesy toast

how is it  you taste so good?

sourdough, cheese, grill it, a grind of black pepper

you can keep your packet junk foods,

cheesy toast is where it’s at


what’s happening in your weekend?


Spiced Hot Chocolate

hot milk frothed up in a coffee plunger

pinch of cardamom

a shake of cinnamon

enough squares of chocolate to keep you happy, drop them in

sipped with satisfaction

the breeze

Listen to the breeze

the breeze says out, lets go out

drawing us to

takeaway coffees

the weekend paper

she wants to be close, the closeness draws you in

they want to go fast, scooters can go fast

beauty collected in colours by small hands

snatched conversations

dreams and thoughts

dappled sunlight surrendering to dusk

the breeze says home, lets go home.

“We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things…but there are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen, and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.”

James Carroll

rolling weekend


rolling weekend
slow mornings
bubbling ideas of making and creating
for me and also
Monkey craft projects
that bring a smile
that centres and stills
listening to rain
on little plants growing
simple food delights
remembering to breathe
dipping hands in dough
preserving the season
giggles with hide and seek
a kids party
tired little feet
which brings on
afternoon snuggly siestas
holding that moment


* Thank you to everyone who took the time to comment on my reconnecting with nature, city style post. Every comment was truly appreciated, thank you for taking that time. Some reminded me of things, some inspired me and some just prompted me to do more.