We’ve been home for just over a month and it’s been cold and rainy and a typical Melbourne winter.
The sun shone a little yesterday. Long enough for me to hang out some washing.
The kids love playing in the garden. I can’t wait to get organised enough to plant stuff in it.
The picture above may be a picture of suburban mundaneness, but it is what I longed for while we were in India. I’m living the dream.
We need a lawn-mower though. Not just for that patch of grass under the clothes-line, but for the paddock outside the gate that we are responsible for.
Millar is sick. So am I, again. It seems we are catching every bug Melbourne has to offer as a welcome home gift. I’m a bit over it myself, but listening to Millar cough all night is heartbreaking. Poor boy.
I’m looking forward to spring and the warmth it promises. Hopefully by then we will have settled into our routine and there will be more time for backyard play and beautifully wind blown clothes.
It’s the simple things.