Loungeroom table, Monday morning as I opened the curtains.
The left overs of my daughter's well spent weekend, a pleasing mix of fun with friends
and peaceful at home time.
A sixties themed party where she wore flowers in her hair and a gorgeous hot pink linen dress that was my mum's back in the day.
My weekend was more about tidying, sorting, organising, football watching, coffee and old magazine browsing, gardening, knitting, talking with my boys and mostly being grateful for a return to normality after weeks of worry about Stephen's health.
Oh and I think we lost a chook as well through a bizarre series of events which ended with a small white dog chasing a beautiful black hen the length of the garden in the stunning twilight
and Little Red has not been seen since.
I'm hoping she went over the fence to safety, I'm hoping she didn't meet a sad end.
I'm wishing there was a way to make a little white dog not be such a prat around chooks.
UPDATE: Little Red has been found alive and well but she refuses to be caught and won't go back into the safety of the chook run... fast losing patience with crazy chook.