Reflections

We've had a really, really wet winter. There's loads of water laying about, and I've been hanging out for the opportunity to take some reflection photos.

I am forever kicking myself for not stopping when I see something worth photographing. For missing great opportunities.

These are all photos that I didn't pass up the opportunity. I got up off the lounge or pulled the car over, even turned the car around to capture the reflections in the water. Soon enough the water will dry up, the green grass turned to brown and I would have missed my chance.

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See ya later 2015.

It's obvious looking at my #2015bestnine, that my flowers posts are most popular. I am in disbelief that there is not a food post there at all. My hubby does not understand why I photograph my food, let alone share it. I love my #onemotherkitchen posts.

I posted a photo of flowers on Instagram yesterday, that too is getting lots of likes. It seems this may well be a focus for me in 2016. I have been missing flowers in my house of late as I've been to bat shit crazy busy to get out and pick a bunch. The scorching hot days we've had haven't helped much either. Most of the flowers have been fried by the hot sun.

A photo of me made it as one of my highest liked. This was significant for me, in that it was taken after one of my evening walks, 15 weeks ago. Being more active and eating well has seen me lose 15 kilos in the latter half of last year. It was a turning point in doing something for me, I feel so much better for it. Although the last few weeks have me feeling a bit thick around the middle and a little emotionally worn out,  that 'time out for me' walk after dinner will have to make a return.

I love that my only crafting project of the year, a cross stitched table cloth made an appearance. A friend of mum's gave it to me, god knows how long she had it for. It was a pattern from an ancient New idea magazine. I still haven't used it, it's folded up in the linen cupboard and will probably stay there for a while longer. I'd need to get myself a plastic table cover to protect it from my messy kids. And then there's the mandala I coloured in. The only thing I coloured last year, and probably the last I will ever. I have not embraced the colouring craze.

What did you learn from your #2015bestnine?

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