April 28, 2011 § 9 Comments
We’ve been momentarily swallowed up by the holidays. Swept away on the smell of warm Hot cross buns, crisp sea breezes and freshly sharpened coloring pencils. All over a bit too soon. Hope your Easter break was gorgeous too.
April 6, 2011 § 10 Comments
I love the beach! I grew up there. My Dad was a surfer and I was a very proud ‘Nipperette’. With all the wading races, the flags races, the yellow and black nipper cap and matching cossies; sand between your toes and filling the gusset in your cossies (apparently the younger you are the more sand you can get in there… !)
So you can imagine how important it was that my small people be part-mermaid. OK, I should quickly add that I’m not a ‘hot-housing’ type Mum. No, not at all. But teaching my kids how to play in the waves safely is pretty important. So we chose a pretty, calm beach and away we went. I’d hoped they ‘d love it but had no idea that the unbridled enthusiasm of the eldest would instantly eclipse mine the moment her foot fell on sand.
From the moment we arrived it was sheer chaos. Like an overwound wind-up toy she was off; an insanely happy three year old magnetically drawn to churning water, marooned stingy jellyfish, broken glass, you name it… drawn to them at stomach churning speed. A blur up and down the beach. The seagulls never stood a chance. Our relaxed walk along the waters edge, our magnificent sandcastles, our yummy picnic… none of it stood a chance. The most relaxing part of the trip was the moment we strapped her back into her car seat. Whereupon she instantly ‘crashed’, still smiling.
We live and learn. : )
April 2, 2011 § 7 Comments
The weather is changing here, winter is creeping in. I’m loving the sunshine and the crisp air. Thinking about botanical treasures and curiosities found on the shoreline. Poring over seaweed pressings and botanical collections. Admiring the weather-beaten quality in everything touched by the tide.
As synchronicity would have it, this week my ‘big girl’ brought home a bag of seashells from school. They’re so beautiful, I wish I could say that we found them ourselves. Gently brushing off the sand before tucking them into our beachcomber baskets but if I did my nose would grow and start to attract nesting birds. They did, however, inspire the eldest (budding zoologist and loyal Bindi Irwin fan) to plan an immediate shell finding expedition and if I’m very lucky she might take me.