After Years..

After years of seeking help to deal with Charlie's allergies, it seems we have finally won the battle. A new medication has worked, he now has a fluffy tummy once again. He has one tiny problematic area on one of his front legs. Other than that, he's itch free...

 

Things I See...

Things I see on my morning walk...

 

A New Mat...

A new mat, but not just any mat has added a touch of luxury to my living space. It is a muscle mat, which is mat made of memory foam, with a shaggy super soft cover. I absolutely love it! Especially when I get home after work and rub my feet over it, lay down and use my zen machine. I have had other mats and rugs over the years in the cottage, but not anything as soft and supportive as this. The kitty kids are not to keen, I guess because it's so spongy, which is perfectly okay with me as I get to enjoy it all on my own...

 

Kindness...

 

Carnabys...

A family of carnabys enjoying a nourishing breakfast of callistemon flowers. The pathway was covered with the discarded flowers. Some don't like the larger parrots and galahs coming in and feeding in their gardens, because of the pruning they give the plants they feed on. 

I actually think that it's a natural process, which seems to keep my bottlebrush trees very healthy. It might be messy, but nature is a little unpredictable in her perfection...

 

I Started Off...

I started off under the trees watching the hypnotic sway of the leaves as a breeze casually danced through them. Book on my lap. Birds whizzing past. What a blissful way to spend a Sunday morning. Nowhere to be, nothing pressing to do.

Moving my chair to the sun, and realising that this foldable gravity chair was a great purchase and far more comfortable than my hammock, which has been relegated to homing spiders. Gazing out over my precious garden, simply being. Rested and inspired, seeping myself completely into the moment...

 

Magical...

Magical. 

A word that sums up perfectly any time I spend in my garden. So many varieties of flowers are sharing their magnificence, the colours, oh the colours are amazing. Bees are constantly flitting from one flower to the next. Perfumes mingle in the air, the result is intoxicating. How utterly grateful I am for this tiny piece of earth I call home...