I am slowly reading my way through the comments on my last blog and I want to thank you for being so generous with your thoughts and feelings and suggestions. I wasn't sure I wanted to post that blog because late last night when I wrote it I wasn't certain I had gotten everything I wanted to across. But as the comments started coming through I was so happy I did. You guys never fail to amaze me with your words and I'll be taking them all on board.
Another way to rid your day of its busyness, I discovered today, is to let the seven year old take charge.
This afternoon, after we had finished moving our chickens I asked her if she'd like to take a shortcut home. She said she wanted to help the brown chook she was watching find a worm first and then she would lead me. So I waited for a while until she gave up on the worm.
Then as soon as we had climbed the chook fence she pulled out some lyrics to a song from her pocket, unfolded them and started to sing. Of course I wasn't allowed to go anywhere and had to wait until she was finished.
Then we picked some berries to eat and she walked me through grass so long our jeans were wet up to our knees.
I think it was at that point that she couldn't quite work out where we were and where we needed to go and let Jo-Jo our dog lead the way. Not long after we started following him Jo-Jo got the scent of some animal and started tracking it through the forest. We followed. Up, down, across and then backwards we went.
At one stage we lost Jo-Jo and she got worried but then quickly got distracted by discovering an old mine shaft and some broken shards of china.
Then she remembered to whistle for Jo-Jo, he came back and we went on.
We followed butterflies, we climbed on fallen trees, we discussed her vomiting sisters and made a plan for dinner. And we wandered.
Only deciding to come home at long last because she was hungry, swinging her bike helmet that she'd found discarded someplace under a tree.
A quick handful of peas, then inside to strip off her wet gear and help her Dad roll out the pasta.
Always moving, always chattering and singing but never busy, pretty cool I think.
It's POURING with rain and thundering away here and I can hardly think, I hope this makes sense.
Sooz and Sue, if you are reading this I need your Ravelry usernames so Georgie can send you a copy of her pattern.
And before you go, I'd love it if you would play our dinner-table game and tell me what was your BPOD (best part of your day)? Mine was all of the above.
Lots a love