Lately, this blog has been a chronicle of woes. A platform for my whinging festivals. A little brochure from Self-pity Land, Population: me. It's about time I turned my gaze to the sweet and lovely aspects of life and gave them a little oxygen.
Today, we hung out on the deck after lunch, trying to remember some of our old repertoire.
The kids played outside for hours.
And the old Keithmeister and I did some satisfying work starting to rabbit-proof the vege patch.
I hope your Sunday was as sweet.