Nothing beat digging into this tasty burger the Monday after a cray-cray weekend.
There is a dairy and bakery at the corner of the street from my parents’ shop. The owners are so friendly and lovely, always asking how we are doing and how the kids are. We are clearly regular visitors 🙂 And they make the best fries with sour cream and bacon!
Magies vol, ogies toe.
As our annual rhythmic gymnastics competition comes to an end, I can’t express what an eventful day it has been. The support from our rhythmic gymnastics community was incredible and the event ran as per schedule.
It was an experience I wouldn’t want to take on board again any time soon!
Today was day 1 of our club’s rhythmic gymnastics competition. Although I worked all day, I managed to get there at 6pm and helped until end of day (which tonight was around 10pm). I think it is safe to say I am pooped!
“Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains within the sound of silence” – Simon & Garfunkel The Sound of Silence
Good night world …
My daughter went to the Auckland Botanical Gardens today on an educational field trip. She is one of the school’s head gardeners and a small team of 4 went along with the head of their conservation department. They had an opportunity to plant more trees and in the process learn about certain tree and plant types.
While they were walking around, one of the educators handed Annebell this strange looking greenery. She was told it is a fig, but I am not convinced. It looks more like an artichoke to me. But I must admit, when you slice it open it does smell like a fig, but I can’t tell if any of the flesh is edible.
Nature surely is mysterious.
Basically a continuation from day 165 … with all gifts now wrapped, sorted and tied. I spend hours during the night doing these little tasks as I don’t have time during the day.
Will be nice to have my living room back!
They say with age comes maturity. I don’t know about that. To be mature you have reached the most advanced stage of a process, or are fully developed. I don’t think we EVER reach this point. Although we technically are fully grown by our late teens, we never really stop developing. We go through various stages of transformation throughout our life span. And this is pretty darn exciting because it means there’s room for growth!
It is my birthday today and I have had a few people comment on my age, especially when they find out that I am 37. Well, at least those who are older than me. I don’t know if they thought I was older due to our kids being a similar age, or if I look older than what I am. It is as if they suddenly feel older. I would hate to think that my age might affect someone in a negative way! I usually never say my age and often just refer to myself as ‘a few years short of 40’.
But today is different. Today I embrace that I turned 37. That I am 1 year older. That I am content with my life. That I am in love with life. That it took me 37 years to be in a position to say “c’est la vie”. That I am not afraid of a number. That everyday, good or bad, is a blessing. That I am me.
That’s life, come what may!
As part of my competition co-ordinator role I have the privilege to also put the judges gifts together. We have approximately 26 judges who dedicate their time (some of them are there for 15 hours on both days) and as a small gesture of our appreciation we give them a small gift. This year we had tea mugs filled with tea, coffee and my lemon & lavender cookies, with a planted pansy.
My lounge certainly feels like a small forest where little fairies would frolic as 2 dozen of these pansies are carefully spread across the carpet.
Just another day in the life of me.