Do you find that?
That there is a joy & a satisfaction in living a well hand-crafted life that just doesn't come any other way? Add a bit of vintage style & life seems to acquire a richness that truly nourishes.
Rob has just gone back to work after a couple of weeks of annual leave. His holiday time has been so richly satisfying & fun we are both quite chuffed. We have built a certain flexibility into our lives so that we can rearrange things when opportunities arise & spend as much time as possible doing things together.
We went over to the market on the Marine Parade last Sunday...just loved this vintage basket & found the Swift beater later in the week.
That's a bit better now. It seems that with all my cultured food projects & homemade stuff I need a large range of glass jars & bottles.
One fine day, Rob did a bit of trimming of/in our mental old plum tree.
It might all come crashing down one day...meantime we've propped it up & trimmed it best we can.
It's like playing house!
Rob has rebuilt the grottiest old shed you have ever seen & now it's the loveliest most useful, larder-y sort of room. The bed is still there for when David needs to stay. It used to be a bed settee in my grandmother's house. One of those metal fold up jobs.
I love finding stray, out of sync blooms...especially friendly ones like foxgloves.
Rob was so sweet to screech to a halt every time I cried STOP...& look what we found! The biggest, juiciest blackberries sitting in a hedgerow.
Next stop was Puketapu Domain (about 20mins from home). We really went out that way because we recalled seeing large walnut tree. We also discovered...
When I got home I ate some for my dinner & made tea with the rest.
Along the tracks we found rosehips..real ones!
The story I wish to tell you..very soon, involves the celebrated New Zealand author Katherine Mansfield. In her letter home from this location she wrote"...Grubby, my dear I felt dreadful- my clothes were white with dust- we had a accomplished 8 miles of hill climbing- so after dinner (broad beans cooked over a camp fire and tongue and cake and tea) we prowled around and found an 'aged, aged man' who had the key...."
See you again soon!!