A simple thing like noticing my favourite rose in the garden blooming yesterday, has reminded me to appreciate the little things. This is Harry, the Harry Wheatcroft rose. It's the only plant I talk to in the garden, saying "Hello Harry", when I see it flowering for the first time in the season.
Both the girls out at the diving board at the lake. I was apprehensive to let Summer go out there, it's her first time. She was fine!
The last couple of years we've cut a real Christmas tree. We have a new, fake, white tree this year and for as many years as it lasts. Oh and there's my reclined feet in the lounge room. Isabel has sticky taped paper to the wall spelling out "Merry Xmas".
The local show was on earlier this month, with the girls turning 8 and 10 the same weekend.
Life waits for no one.