The last week of the school term can be a killer.  Patience and motivation seem harder to find when the holidays and Easter are both in sight. On top of that, my enthusiasm is limited when it comes to Easter craft activities and discussions.

Midweek my frustrations must have been quite obvious when my  husband questioned why I was letting it all get to me.  He told me to do something that I found inspiring instead.  Why is it that men have a knack of explaining things so simply?  Or is it just me who has a tendency to torture myself with the tedious points of life, when instead I should just get outside and dig in the garden.

So, I did.  We packed up the books and momentarily stepped away from our distance education computer.

I cleaned up some dying summer vegetables.

I spent some time admiring beans and sunflowers seeds that I am collecting from the garden.  There is
just something about a jar of seeds don’t you think?

I fed my sourdough starter.

I listened to some music, this song and then this song.

I messaged an old friend and a cousin who I haven’t seen in
ages and arranged some real life catch up time.

I baked a batch of Kourabiedes to give as gifts, if they
last that long.

I spent some time daydreaming about coffee
possibilities at this place and then this place. We are hitting the road
very soon and it is getting rather exciting.

Of course, I can’t always down tools when the going gets
tough, but sometimes it is just good to reconnect with the things that make us
happy.

Do you have a favourite thing to do when life starts to
boil over?  I know for some of you it is
sewing.

Happy weekend, friends x