The week began with four seasons in one day. We awoke to snow gently falling in big fuzzy flakes over the daffodils. After about an hour the sky completely cleared and it was sunny enough to hang my washing out. At about 2 in the afternoon an ominous storm cloud rolled over up and pelted the garden with a shot of hailstones. Not long after the hail turned to huge fat raindrops. The shower was so heavy the country road opposite our house was turned into a stream. Strange weather, strange days. The children thought it was a great adventure. I have to admit I'm a little less keen on snow in April than they are.
I have found space to sit in the sun (however fleetingly it shines) write, read and generally potter. Schedules may not be very romantic things but writing things down and reserving space in the margins for all kind of necessary errors seems to work for us at the moment. I used to be the kind of person that thrived with pieces of note paper, trinkets and books lounging all over the place. As I have grown and begun to share space with ever more growing little humans who all have their own needs, styles and stuff I have realized how deep my need for order is. The key to it all seems to be in letting go of things when necessary instead of pushing through just for the sake of finishing a job (although that is nice too) I think it is also about being content with loose ends from time to time while still keeping spaces on the borders for putting the house back together again at key moments in the day so it doesn't feel like there's a big skein of yarn unraveling all over the house which will probably need to be wound up when I'm most tired and least in the mood to do it. There is something deeply satisfying to me about creating small pockets of beauty and knowing that there is a place for everything even if things are not always in them. That whole idea applied to hours in the day seems to suit me too.
Matilda read a beautifully illustrated version of the Cinderella story to us in bed last night. Tani was away at work last night The little girl inside me could get lost in these images...
Wishing you all a happy weekend!
Daffodils just make me happy.
As does this sweet little face.
Every Friday I'll be pausing to notice something from the week that has nourished my soul.
A special, sacred-everyday moment captured on camera, or perhaps a snippet from a book, a recipe still warm from the kitchen or something whimsical that simply made me smile.
Here are a few simple things that have fed my soul this week.
What has inspired/fed/nourished your soul this week friends?
Feel free to link up to your own soulful spaces either at the bottom of this post or in the comments.