Thursday

im sure she is an angel on earth
how lucky we are.

Tuesday

life




i honestly dont know what to write here any more.


im writing today because my sister emailed to tell me (more than once) that the bunny is pissing


her off. which made me laugh.


i havent written here for oh so many reasons.


it probably began with the drought...which is a whole story itself...


and then we found out our friend is dying from a brain tumour


she has twin one year olds and a two year old and the sweetest husband you could imagine


and instantly life did not make sense anymore


nothing made sense


nothing mattered


and i really didnt want to sit here being totally depressed with anyone who cares to drop


by this blog.


a blog.


is this just a complete waste of time.


how should we use our time here on earth anyway




my mind has been spinning while my heart is broken for this beautiful family


i held my friends hand


while her three little boys played outside with our kids




nothing is certain


what is real?


ive been waiting for answers


i got that she is peaceful


she is not alone..she told me


im not sure what we are supposed to do with this life


all that matters right now


are my children


and true and pure love

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and this is why i havent been near my blog for awhile












Sunday

easter

good morning and happy easter :-)
its 8.30 in the morning and ive been awake for hours
weve hunted for easter eggs hidden in the garden
weve eaten chocolate eggs
the kids have sorted their little shiny eggs into colour groups...i love to see
them play and then i remember pieces of me as a child
ive made potato salad for lunch
somehow i need to find the energy to make it through the rest of the day with
my energetic nephews. seriously they are on full speed. all day.
and then tomorrow our baby girl turns 5!
so much celebrating to do.
what i would really like to do is sneak back to bed for a few hours.
maybe next week.
until then....
happy easter :-)

Thursday

holiday days

our front garden
up and in the plum tree
i love this tree i hear them say
i dont because i cant get up it says amelie
my sanctuary
a constant song from the birds
the soundtrack to their games