Sometimes I find myself catching my breath….
When I come over that last hill before the turn off to home and I look up at the mountain and the white fluffy clouds in the sky…
When I wake up and hear magpies gurlging and Hamlet the rooster crowing…
When I walk down the long dusty drive way to collect the mail…
When I sit picking strawberries and watching the summer storm roll in…
Mostly life flies by me in a blur of school lunches, mismatched socks and getting kids in and out of the car.
But sometimes,
these times,
I stop.
For a split second I think I am on holidays, then I remember…. we live here.
HERE.
With a view of the mountain, under the cloudy sky, with magpies and chickens, strawberry patches and long dusty drive ways.
This is our reality, and we are so very lucky.
pixie says
wonderful post……
Christie - Childhood 101 says
It is beautiful…all of it x
Nic says
Sounds wonderful
Meegan says
Wow… I love it! I miss the space…
life in a pink fibro says
Wow, on the back of my Escape to the Country post today, I’d quite like to escape to your place. Is gorgeous.
Belinda says
Total bliss. I’m totally breathless. X
Tina says
sounds like bliss :)
[email protected] says
gosh Kate, that’s stunning xxx