our village grows

Finally my parents sold their Tassie farm. They packed all their belongings into a shipping container, sailed the ferry across Bass Strait and ate pancakes for breakfast with us last Sunday morning.

I'm not sure how many years we've been waiting for them to be our across the Lane neighbours, but it feels like so many. So many plans made, so many meals imagined, so many every day life scenarios looked forward to.

Apple picking all together, the seven of us, is definitely something we've been excited for.

This afternoon after school, I texted my Mum to let her know we were heading down to the orchard to pick the Cox's Orange Pippins. Ten minutes later on their way home from getting their new library cards in town, my parents joined us. Together, us seven, we filled the picking bags and crates with apples. Laughing and chatting and reminding each other of how long we'd talked about that very moment.

We're so thrilled to have them here. Everything's a first, it's so fun and exciting. It's hard to imagine that it's real, that they are here for the long term and not ever going back. It's hard to imagine that I'll have my parents and my girlies will have their grandparents to share our lives with.

I've often thought about that saying it takes a village to raise a child since moving away from ours 12 years ago. Now I'm thrilled our girls' village will be closer and easier than a phone call, drive or flight. Indi will have somewhere to run away from home to, Jazzy will have four more ears to read to and Pepper will have somewhere to ride her bike down the hill to.

It feels so right.

Welcome Mum and Dad! We hope our home becomes your home so, so soon. xx


So how about you, do you have your village there with you?
Do your parents/children play a part in your day-to-day life?
Would you like them to?
Do you like the good old Cox's Orange Pippin?

See ya later potata x