to be home after a long day. Late + tired = Bed is calling. Just waiting for the kettle to boil.
a slow morning. A walk to the cafe. A few friends. A stop at the sandpit, conservatory & pond. Then a slow amble home in time for kinder preparations. A perfect way to spend the morning. I cherish these mornings knowing they really wont last forever.
some time alone...one may even call it a date... with the LF and a little road trip to Red Hill.
a balmy 16 degree winters day by the bay with my boys.