The house is filled with the smell of our sourdough loaf, baking in the oven.
Immy had waffles with whipped cream and caramel syrup for breakfast. Soon, we will settle down at the table for another week of work, and school. This is how life looks for us at the moment, days fading quietly into each other.
I love being home. I like the quietness. I like not rushing out the door, rushing home from work, cramming all our living into the bookends of days during the week – dinner, and bathtime and homework. Instead, days are slower, mornings are relaxed, evenings are for playing games or watching TV and just hanging out. It’s getting cooler, and every night we light candles before the sun goes down because it makes us happy.
Yesterday morning I woke up early and went for a run while Immy slept. It had rained steadily during the night, and my feet squelched through drifts of sodden leaves on the sidewalk. Tiny flowers lifted their heads, heavy with raindrops. I knelt down to take this photo and then walked the rest of the way, noticing how the trees are already shrugging off their summer leaves, preparing for the winter.
Small, everyday things we’re enjoying during quarantine…
Book piles. I haven’t bought new books in such a long time – but since the libraries are closed and I’ve read everything I own, I figured a small book purchase wouldn’t hurt. The problem is, once I’m in the bookstore, I want ALL THE BOOKS.
These two. So many snuggles and loves every.single.day.
Afternoon shadows. I love watching these stretch across the living room in the afternoon, shadow and light creeping across the floor through the west-facing windows. I feel lucky to be here every day to see it happening, the signal that our working day is coming to an end and it’s almost time to kick back for the evening.
Fresh bread. Two weeks ago I joined an online Zoom class, hosted by one of my favourite Instagram people. She lives in Montana, which meant I was getting up at 1am two nights running to tune in for the online class, but it was SO worth it. I baked two beautiful loaves, put my starter in the fridge, and baked again this past weekend. Immy loves that she can have fresh sourdough any time she wants, in unlimited quanitites. I love the ritual involved, and the simplicity of it. Water, flour, salt and some attention, and the next thing we’re pulling these golden round loaves of fresh bread from the oven.
Home gymnastics via Zoom. I think this is a bit tricky for Immy – in her own words, she finds it awkard. Which pretty much sums up all our social interactions at the moment – involved, but distant, weirdly connected but also not.
Touchable bubbles. She is still young enough to be delighted by them, and we’ve had so much fun blowing and chasing these.
Currently lists. Once a week, we each update our Currently journal with a snapshot of things. Nothing too complicated, just a simple touchpoint of things we’re doing and a couple of pictures that make us feel happy.
Our small efforts at living less wastefully on our planet. We’ve started shopping at a bulk foods store, replacing store-bought flour, honey, oats, dishwashing liquid, handwash (the list goes on) in an effort to reduce our plastic consumption and live more lightly on our planet.
I love this from a post by @digthischick:
‘Often, when outside, I look up and feel like what I see describes my thoughts way better than words. But I’ll try. She’s saying something like this: we’re small, a bit of the equation. A speck. A speck, with a charge to affect change. So, then what? Look around. Pay attention. Wait.’
Autumn leaves. A reminder that time moves on and seasons change, undisturbed by pandemics and humans and all their troubles.
Afternoon walks. Dresses and boots optional.
Colouring in, candles and propogating new plant babies.
Daisies, picked on an afternoon walk, put into an old jam jar. So much happiness.
Other things not pictured above – the half-finished jigsaw puzzle shoved to a corner of the dining table. The floor that needs vacuuming, the kitchen that needs tidying because last night we decided to get into bed early with our books. The work stress that is so hard to juggle when Immy also needs help with home school.
We have a jar that we are filling with little bits of paper, dreams of things we’d like to do when all of this is over. Family movie dates. Getting our nails done. A weekend away in a caravan like this one. A trip to South Africa to see all our family and friends.
Stay safe, keep dreaming.