I'm a creature of habit in regard to breakfast, and I'm still missing my morning coffee. Tea just isn't the same.
Envious that he gets to remain in snuggled in bed. Working the afternoon shift, this is the only time I'll see him today.
And off to work I go.
I don't think it's possible to take a pretty photo of a gladwrapped sandwich.
Heading home again. A beautiful spring day in Melbourne.
Two stops on the walk to the car. I was out of books and bread.
Love the colours and scents. I don't buy roses, but so pleased to grow them.
Enjoying the weather as I potter in the garden.
I've got mail!
It seems to be an endless cycle; dirty dishes forever waiting to be cleaned.
Simple food, just cooking for one.
I seem to be able to loose hours in that chair at the moment.
Growing baby belly means new clothes.
I've fallen out of the habit of relaxing in here of an evening, and I want to get it back.