The wildlife count today:
A stand of wallabies just over our boundary fence as I drove out, and a hare in the garden upon my return.
I am starting to feel as though I am living with an Australian version of a Beatrix Potter tale. Perhaps I should start calling Mr FD, Farmer McGregor?
Tragedy was averted in the Village today. Flamingo Dancer, exiting her drive in her white, hybrid Honda Civic, was forced to give way to a team of ducks who had, “without warning” decided to cross the road.
“Thank heavens I was driving below the speed limit,” commented Flamingo Dancer, still recovering from the near miss. “Otherwise, it may have been duck for dinner tonight!”
In the main street, three chickens pecked their way though town.
Flamingo Dancer, who only minutes before had survived a near duck tragedy, was seen to slow her vehicle considerably, but thankfully the hens remained on the green space.
The bird disturbance was not yet calmed, for returning home and halting her journey to check the mailbox, Flamingo Dancer disturbed a flock of Rainbow Lorikeets in the trees fronting the Flamingo Dancer property.
The Rainbow Lorikeet
“Oh my,” Flamingo Dancer was overhead muttering, “I thought life in the city was chaotic, but The Village is bordering on feathered bedlam!”
Happiness means something different to everyone. Happiness to me is time alone, time to create, time to be with family. Happiness is books and music, countryside and texture. Colour. Serenity.
Happiness is the happiness of my children, my granddaughter. The corny puns of Mr FD. Lunch with my girlfriends. Tea and gossip with my sister. My mother remembering me. Our dog jumping for joy when I walk in the door.
Happiness is home and garden. Fresh vegetables from our garden. A clean house and no to do list. Fresh flowers on our wooden dining table. Plants growing in my office. My bed.
Happiness is a student telling me that they enjoyed a book I added to the library. The happiness on their face when I hand them a book that I purchased at their request. Having the book that they just asked for.
Happiness is sharing a joke with a colleague. Having a student call out a greeting from across the school yard. The joy on a learner’s face as the light bulb in their head goes on, when they get what they were struggling with.
Happiness would be time to learn, and travel. Money to travel and pay all the bills. Not to have to think about budgets and needs.
Happiness is …
While the honeymooning Mr and Mrs Daughter2 were in New Zealand waking to morning snow and doing this:
I spent the day in my PJs, rising only to eat and put another load of laundry on, before cooking this:
Nice as it was, I think the honeymooning Mr and Mrs FD (keep up, remember the Bridegroom took the Bride’s Flamingo Dancer surname) are having more fun than the Senior Mr and Mrs FD.
Let it be said though, that I would never do the white water power boat thing. Snow yes, power boat, no.
Recipe link here.
Party on our windowsill this Monday morn – a few rescued wedding decorations who just don’t know when to stop!
We are all in post wedding, go slow mode this morning, but some memories are:
The joy on Daughter2’s as she sat through hair and makeup.
Our rendition of Mammie and Scarlett as we tried to close the dozens of tiny, covered buttons down the back of D2’s wedding dress. The celebrations when we accomplished it (perhaps a little too much pre wedding cheer for D2!)
Two year old Petite Fille standing at the base of a very tall microphone stand trying to sing into the mike.
The look of happiness on Daughter2’s face as she walked arm an arm with Her About To Be Husband into the wedding ceremony.
The tears in Daughter1’s eyes as she stood beside her sister as maid of honour.
Petite Fille sitting between her Daddy and Son and declaring “It’s like a bus, Daddy! The wheels on the bus!” mid ceremony.
The announcement that new son in law has chosen to take the Flamingo Dancer surname, instead of D2 changing her name. Now officially MR D2.
Son in law Mr Boy wrestling on the floor with a gigantic inflatable pink flamingo trying to deflate it for repacking next morning.
The fun everyone had in the the photo booth – even the oldies!
The super food, the fire twirler, the guests enjoying the giant games. The yummy drinks – Pimms, Moscow Mules and Fat Yak (a Western Australian Beer).
Watching D2 with friends we have watched grow from toddlers to grownups and the bonds they so obviously share.
Everything and everyone.
We are blessed.
Off being Mother of the Bride today.