Oh for home! Oh for a warm backyard, crocheted blankets, bright cushions, iced lemon water and the comforting hug of home!
Last week was spent in Wales, we went down to empty my partner's childhood home. Since his Mum passed away last Autumn, and his Dad was moved to a nursing home up country near to us, the last thing remaining to do was to sell the house, and now the new owners are ready to move in so we went down to tackle the Big Job of emptying it.
It was a strange old week, one which was draining and yet not without it's blessings. In the face of loss we realise the true gifts we have in one another and how precious and fragile this life of ours is. Walking through those rooms that have sat in silence since October, we felt the energy stir again and scents and stories from the past greeted us as we wandered through the house, taking stock of what needed to be done. It was a bigger job than any of us could have imagined and I think we all underestimated the amount of stuff we would have to shift. By the end of the week we were ready for some salty sea air to cleanse our tired bodies and weary minds. We woke up on Thursday to beautiful blue skies, and set off in the car for the Gower.
Oxwich Bay greeted us like a postcard, a crescent moon of a bay stretching all the way around to Three Cliffs with a backdrop of cerulean blue sky and white clouds. We found a sandy spot on the beach and breathed in the tangy sea air, deep gulps that refreshed those dusty corners of our souls.
I'm very happy sitting by the sea, watching the world go by. I also like walking in the shallows looking for shells and pebbles which I'll collect and take back for my daughter to adorn sandcastles and sand pies with. I like solitary strolls, watching the boats and feeling at peace with the world. I like to take time out to empty my mind and dream.
We travelled home on Friday, and opening the door to my little house was one of the most pleasing things...have you ever sighed out loud with happiness to be home? I did.
I looked around with complete satisfaction at my colourful room, noticing how bright everything looked. We decided to have a weekend of hunkering down doing pretty much nothing at all, except for a spot of planting (some rocket and Italian salad), napping and eating. Such weekends are a tonic, and necessary for replenishing ourselves now and then. Deep baths and pyjama's also featured, as well as deep healing sleeps and gratitude for all that we have.
I forgot to tell you about the wild garlic on the way to Oxwich. As we drove down country lanes towards the sea, the scent of this gorgeous wild plant filled the car and we gasped at the huge banks and drifts of starry white flowers in the cool shade of emerald green glades and woodland.
I think this time of year is such a beautiful one. May seems to froth over with succulence and abundance wherever you look, so rich and lush is our countryside and coast with colour and greenery. I'm grateful for small moments such as this one, and I smile now as I recall winding the car window down and sticking my head out, the wind rushing into my face and filling it with the heady aroma of that delicious herb. There was a deep blue sky above, my little girl singing in the back of the car, a deep breath taken....and all was well with the world once more.