scenes : from packing
Moving house whilst pregnant with third child; it’s interesting, to say the least. Regardless of the weight in my belly and the persistent need to sit down and take a breather, it feels good to clear seven years of clutter. Deep in the darkest corners of the highest cupboards were things I had forgotten about; notebooks, spacebags full of dated clothes, the oddest of miscellany. I’m (finally) starting to see the light (and the carpet). Now it’s time to organise painters (for the new house!), removalists, change of addresses….no wonder this post is photo heavy, there isn’t enough time for lots of words.
/ I smiled when I uncovered this book, Nest for Two…better change that to Five
/ this little old op-shop discovered book had me sitting on the garage floor. I read it from front to back.
/ my indoor plants have been loving the drizzle of rain these past few days. Although I must admit, grey skies do not inspire energetic cleaning.
/ these daisies, they just keep on flowering. Thank goodness for daisies.
/ for some reason, Poet can never find her shoes. Perplexing.
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