My Home

I love my home. I love where I live. Every morning is the same. Wake to the sound of bird song, dappled sunlight through all our trees and our morning cuppa over looking the river. Life seriously can’t get much better than this.

Some mornings I run. I have a wonderful run buddy who has known my family for over 20 years. She has this wonderful rescue dog who is always so excited for run morning. Her other dog is also a legend but is suffering from sore joints so can’t run with us for the time being. Instead, she sings the lament of her people, which we have to constantly remind her will wake the rest of the house.

There are no better sunrise vistas than our morning run vistas! The other morning, Run Buddy said “if anyone found your phone the only photos would be sunrise and sunset pictures!” I told her I had no problem with that.

When we purchased our place I never imagined how different each and every day the sky would change colour. There is a simple beauty in being able to gaze and appreciate the beginning and end of each day. A grounding experience to soothe one’s soul.

I will be sad to see this place be sold if we hold to our plan, but this patch of land I call home has taught me so much. I’m sure if we move to our bush block it too will teach me. I hope your home gives you as much pleasure as mine does. I will forever cherish the memories I will make and have made on our patch of paradise.