WEEKEND WORK

 

Our home is a constantly evolving job site and the longer we live in it, the more our ideas change to suit the practicality of our way of living. Last weekend he decided to work on clearing the side of our home to build a set of brick steps up to our back garden, using the remaining recycled bricks that he sourced for the building of the extension of our little home. I am just amazed watching him work. He mixes the mud like a seasoned cake maker who knows the exact quantities by eye and feel, picking up the bricks like soft sponges and laying them all out in a thought out manner involving all of the maths that I zoned out on in highschool combined with the experience of a person who just intuitively knows because they have used their hands to build many things. Our son occassionally stops and watches his daddy but he is mostly chasing J-Lo our chookie around and Vinnie is sitting in her bouncer chair looking pug-faced while watching her dad mixing mud in the barrow and disappear and reappear from around the corner. These regular but fleeting moments are the ones that I bank in my memory for the days when I am old and grey.

What weekend jobs are you chipping away at in your home?

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GRATEFUL

This afternoon the sea was big and the air was misty with salt. We watched the surfers brave the large swell from over the cliff tops. I kept trying to catch a photograph of my son but he is very elusive these days, chasing a footy or quickly side stepping the camera in a fit of laughter. This afternoon Matty was home and we soaked up every last second of golden rays as the sun slowly sunk away and eventually disappeared below the horizon.

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WHAT DO YOU SHARE?

She has two kids and so do I, but today I came over with just one. She was smiling generously in the sunshine as I pulled up outside the front of their home. Her home was flush with light and we made our way straight to the lounge room to finish our conversation sitting on the comfort of the lounges. Before long, she was sharing a kettle of boiled water amongst three mugs and searching for spoons and the sugar, all with one arm while bubs sat happily scrunched up agaist her waist with her little legs dangling over her other arm.

Sitting outside in the sunshine we sipped at our tea and watched the boys gather the winter leaves into piles, they were working harmoniously together and as we talked I watched his dad silently smile at him with an open grin as he counted to three before throwing a bunch of dried leaves up and into the sunlight.

We all made our way back inside with empty mugs and I watched them share the space in their home harmoniously with a silent contentment between them. Home is truly where the heart is, and sometimes I find that notion easy to forget especially when I am busying myself with how our home looks and fine tuning the practicality of it. Today my friend shared more than a conversation and a cup of tea inside of her home with me, she made me feel at home with the love, patience, thoughtfulness and kindness that I saw between each of them. What is it that you share inside of your home?

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