Allow me to show you the house i spotted last Saturday on our drive to Freshwater beach. Jon was driving and i was gazing out of the window when i spotted this particular house. I didn’t tell him to pull over so we continued on our drive to the beach. But i just could not stop thinking about this house. On our way home, Jon asked if i wanted him to drive past the house again so i could take some photos. That husband of mine- he knows me well!
And so we drove. And drove. And drove. We went in circles, made wrong turns and still couldn’t find the house. I was so frustrated. But then we spotted it. I got out of the car and very shyly took some photos. I am convinced this is my house. If i could transport it to a cliff overlooking the ocean, it would be perfect.
Oh, this song brings back memories! I was lying in bed this afternoon and going through songs from yesteryear. This wasn’t on the playlist but Bruce Horsby’s ‘Mandolin Rain’ was. That prompted me to go on youtube and search out all the songs i grew up with and still listen to. This one is a gem.
It is such a summery day today and thoughts of winter are so very far away. I am wearing slippers and a tank top and a warm breeze blows through the house, where all windows are open. The windchimes sway in the wind. Colbie Caillat is playing on my itunes playlist. It is the perfect day to have lunch outside on the balcony- turkey, avocado, mayo and freshly ground black pepper on wholemeal bread, a salad of lettuce, red capsicum, mushrooms, cucumber and radish with ranch dressing and a cold glass of OJ. Today feels good.
I smiled when i saw this one today- my calm, loving, happy, gentle husband. The complete opposite of me but just what i needed. Who knew?
I took a leisurely walk at the beach this morning. I found a spot of to sit, the sun warm on my back, the ocean at my feet. The water was so clear and people were milling about. A few people were brave enough to swim.
At home, i sat on the porch with my toasted bluberry bagel and a cup of coffee. It is a very mild winter’s day today and the wind, although cool, is not biting.
Kristy and i had a date at Balmain and i decided that it was a lovely day to take the ferry across. Balmain was wonderful, as usual. It’s such a funky yet elegant suburb with the cutest sandstone cottages and it also has two of my favourite cafes. Today, we got coffee from The Little Marionette and took some rugs (provided by the cafe) to the park opposite where we sat in the sunshine and warmed up. I got some ground beans to take home and enjoyed smelling the coffee everytime i opened my bag.
On the way back to the city, the ferry stopped by Luna Park (the amusement park at Milson’s point) and i enjoyed looking at the ferris wheel which i haven’t been on in ages. As i’m writing, i’m reminded of this:
Moons and Junes and ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I’ve looked at love that way
I’ve always loved this song by Joni Mitchell and that scene in Love Actually where the song was played- it gets to me every time. But there does seem to be something magical about ferris wheels, especially when it includes fairy floss, sunblock lotion and squeals of delight as you reach closer to the sky.
It is only right that a kiss be shared in one of the cabins as the stars twinkle away above you.
(Speaking of Love Actually, it may be time to watch it again for, oh, the twentieth time.)
We headed down to the beach yesterday for a walk. I am still taking in the fact that the beach is right there, a few metres from our doorstep. So incredible. Jon enjoyed sitting on the rocks and being quiet while i took some photographs. We could see the rain coming in so we hurried along and walked up the very steep hill back to our home.
This morning, we woke up early (6.15am!) and went to the beach again. I must say that the fresh wind woke me up and made me feel alive. There is something so serene about being out and about at dawn, the streets empty and seeing lights come on in houses as people wake up to a new day. I spotted a man preparing breakfast in his kichen at one of the beachfront flats and that made me happy.
I made some Indian ginger tea for breakfast, taking pleasure in my ability to make it. It was a good breakfast especially when paired with some all-natural peanut butter on toast.
