It was a family, friends and food filled weekend this time around. Did I get any rest? No. But there was freshly skinned rabbits to prepare, bean and bacon soup to eat prepared by mother in law as they spent the weekend in the house on the hill, roasted pumpkin and pumpkin seeds, and polenta that made two meals. I for one never knew you could eat polenta for breakfast. We listened to John Williamson's Mallee Boy album. I grew up listening to that. We split wood. Or rather, Daniel and his friend did. I merely supplied the coffee and the ricotta jam tart. I found our first (shrivelled) olive.
That night I pulled out my knitting and settled in to watch Downton Abbey. This life wasn't perfect. It was busy, but sometimes slow. It was messy, but the air was fresh. I couldn't think of anywhere I'd rather be.