squeezing in stuff..

its that time of day, just enough time to want to start something..not enough time before school pick up..
I planted potatoes today - dug my trenches, tossed in the seed spuds and gently covered them in their warm blankie of sunny earth.
I'm dreaming of jersey bennies at christmas this year, some for us and some as gifts..Yum!
..turned around to find chooks were de-bugging the landscape with considerable enthusiasm and hurling of earth..
As long as the spuds stay in there we'll be fine, but the minute I find a spud on the path its chook lock-up time!
Hoping to get my peas in the ground too, may enlist child labour for that as we all know those peas will never make it to the house and if you're going to eat it like candy well you may as well plant it.
Its the simple pleasures we squeeze into our days that make it all feel good, a whole cup of hot tea, a fresh slice of bread, the sun on my back as I muck out the lawn ornaments, laughing at the dog as she runs like a mad thing, - these are the things that are precious, not the gold and silver, not the cheers of the crowd (although it doesn't go amiss) but the small droplets of sparkles from everyday squeezing it in..

verbosity...

..a friend said to me, I never need to call you - your whole life is on facebook..
well! thats a conversation stopper!
I must admit, its easy to add to, I can have a whole conversation..over days..and some of the jokes are sooo funny!
But also, how much do my friends need to know..?
How much is too much.. do I love the sound of my own voice in my head so much that I can't shut up ?
Maybe.. which was why I started a blog - so I didnt fill face book with a constant stream of consciousness.
So much of our lives are out there on the web, I keep up with friends overseas and just around the corner - even my next door neighbour when we're both busy with mumminess -
Is big brother really that interested as some of my more paranoid friends say, or are we just cheerfully chatting to ourselves like the budgies do all day?
Many of the blogs I read fill me with hope and joy and make me feel normal and sane. They inspire and educate and I laugh and cry with the writers, as I burn cakes, bandage knees and struggle with the daily drudgery of mummidom.
My life is pretty great, but some days are tougher than others, and venting online and out of my house into the world frees up my headspace for just getting on with life.

Thus the reason I started.. so as not to bore my friends with my verbosity, just to set it all free and maybe amuse the occasional reader..who isnt my mum !