Little Green Chair

It's been heavy, heavy heavy here lately.  So many decisions, so many things weighing on our hearts.  And with no real bright light appearing at the end of the tunnel just yet, I've been trying to create my own light.  And it doesn't matter how dim the light or how small the spark, because with a bit of nurturing and tending, it can become a roaring fire in no time.
So I'm not panicking about life.  I'm not sweating the big stuff, the scary stuff, I'd rather just keep on blowing those sparks and seeing where it takes me.

Today it took me to the most fun photo-shoot I've ever done.  Fun because I had a willing subject, and fun because I love spending time with this little one.  She was off to a school camp soon after this, and I treasured the time that we spent together, knowing that one of my little fires would be glowing slightly dimmer without her around for a few days.

She had me in giggles, as I followed her skinny legs hauling my beloved chair to the trees with it over her back, like a little turtle.  Oh the things that we do for art! I think she gets it though, she doesn't roll her eyes at my 'ideas' quite as much as the others!

My sentimental lovely green chair is now back in Lucys room, where it lives and where it will stay for a while.  I don't own any possession, (apart from my camera), that I love more then I do my sweet Grandpas chair.  I wonder if somewhere, somehow, he sees how I love it, and what he would think of the little angel who sat upon it with her curly dark hair and her old fashioned smile.  And that right there is another little light of a memory to keep me fueled for the rest of the day!

Reunited!

Chickens and kids, Kids and Chooks - together again for a few hours today.  Scampering feet, little hungry mouths and squawking - and I wasn't describing the hens.  Libby was in 'chicken heaven' with our birds and my friend Kathys birds combined...she hung out with them while we sipped coffee, chatted and I of course, took my usual million pictures!

  And I gotta say, Kathy is one of the most chilled out and just super nice people to be around.  Nothing fazes her, not Vanessas wicked stories, my zooming in and out in front of her face with my camera, (well not really - I used a prime lens), or my kid whipping her clothes off and jumping in her pool on a whim.  She always manages to bring out some wonderful baked good and she's a great listener.  I hope that she knows that even though I have my face behind my Canon baby most of the time, I am actually listening to her too! ;)

I managed to step away from the camera for a few minutes, but not before my mate Vanessa had it pointed at me!  And you know what?  After the initial shock and my usual natural reaction of trying to run from the lens as fast as I can - I was actually quite pleased to have a few pictures of Lulu and I together - it's not like its a common occurrence!

Mmm, she's quite handy with the camera.  Not to self;  Take Vanessa everywhere with me from now on, so that I will have reminders one day that I was actually there, every step of the way...

And, this is her....she'll love me for this! Mwaaa haaa haaaaa!!!

Ahhh yes, revenge is SWEET!!! I'll getcha next time Kathy! ;)

And my lovely Libby had such a nice time, that she woke up asking if we could go and hang out with friends there again today, tomorrow and every day after that...you up for it Kathy?

Cheers to friends! xx

Nine Again

Just a quiet small blog this weekend, because it's been a quiet kind of a few days.

Friday was a good day.  Libby and Barny came home, after almost 7 weeks in the UK.

Lucy put on her shoes and sat by the door about 30 mins before we were ready to leave, she was so excited to be going to see her Brother and Sister.

 It was really good to see them both again.

Our open house wasn't as open as we'd like - in fact, not a soul came, not one tiny little person.  Bit gutted,  but we still managed to look on the bright side - a spotless and sparkling house, leaving us free to enjoy the remainder of our Saturday and most of Sunday just chilling out.  Ahhh, relax....

And then there was the pool...not sure what we'd do without it.   In the aftermath of Cyclone Yasi, I can't begin to describe how ridiculously humid it is here.  I feel as though I'm living in a caravan that's surrounded by a swamp.  The air feels thick and heavy with water, the kids walk around with beads of sweat on their foreheads, the little girls curls have coiled up even tighter, if that's possible and the temperature is barely dropping now even at night. 

Oh well, at least my garden is looking nice :)