How do the weeks seem to be flying past at such a pace? Here we are again: a look back at our little comings and goings. Yes, I will write a more in-depth and meaningful post at some point. It isn't as though I don't have lots of them in my head (and a few jotted down too). But until we're into September, when deadlines will have been met and I'll have more time at my disposal, those kind of posts will just have to remain on the back burner.
So, without further ado (and in no particular order): our week.
Working: painting and researching local printing companies.
Reading: a new Diana Henry cookery book, From a Distance by Raffaella Barker (a library find), Peppa Pig and Q Pootle 5 stories (library again, but for Joe this time).
Wandering: here and there. Churchyards, river banks, fields and - of course - the railway platform.
Noticing: signs of the approaching autumn.
Planning: a blackberry picking trip. And looking at recipes for said blackberries.
Appreciating: gifts for Joe. Two lovely knits (courtesy of Auntie T) ready for the colder months.
Wishing: I could knit more than scarves and the most basic of hats.
Wondering: why our dahlias haven't flowered. Everyone else's seem to be fine.
Buying: asters for my mum's grave.
Eating: plums and apples. Pork belly. Takeaway curry.
Drinking: Earl Grey tea. A bit of prosecco. The odd bottle of beer.
Watching: re-runs of Masterchef. Not sure why but I'm addicted to it.
Observing: thunderstorms and torrential night-time downpours.
Choosing: birthday presents for Joe.
Wearing: some of my mum's nightclothes, which are much nicer than my shabby old ones (now destined to become dusters). Billowing cotton nighties, a bit Jane Austen, are my new Thing.
Swapping: the light summer quilt for the heavier winter one. Then realising it's a bit too soon yet.
Hoping: for good weather this coming weekend. We're planning a trip on Grandad's little boat for Joe's birthday.
Deciding: what to bake for a get-together with friends on Wednesday morning.
Discovering: a farm shop just up the road where Joe can play on pedal tractors and feed the chickens and ducks with his little friends.
Trying: to stay optimistic about the house now it's stripped back to its bones.
Feeling: a bit like Amelie, having returned some personal items from the new house to their rightful owners. It took a bit of detective work but they were so thankful.
Realising: that performing random acts of kindness could become addictive.
Anticipating: the change of season. For so many reasons. I could quite happily live in a world of perpetual autumn.