Here comes the quiet life again

It's been a quiet sort of weekend, but I don't mind that.

And here's a fairly quiet, uneventful sort of outfit to match.

I rather like being dwarfed by the towering trees and the ivy covering the wall at the end of our garden.

It serves to remind me of my allotted place in the universe.

The few remaining bursts of colour amongst all the green in the garden reflect the hint of deep pink in my dress.

So there I was, minding my own business, taking my photos in the garden, when the girls came charging out. To plant an apple pip, apparently, and to mock me for taking "selfies" (ugh, I hate that term...)

...so I was reduced to this as a response, which was quickly followed by...

...this debacle.

Maturity is overrated, isn't it?

The felines were unimpressed.

The Garden Goddess didn't crack a smile either.

1970s Lerose almost-maxi dress - Ebay
Cardigan, shoes, earrings and bangles - charity shopped
Hair flower - retail (sale)
1960-70s necklace - gift from lovely Leisa

We walked to a cafe for brunch on Saturday, taking in a playground on the way.

This particular little park used to be awful, with vandalised equipment in an uninviting space.


 

Under a blue sky, in the shadow of the mosque...

...there was swinging and twirling and jumping and squealing.

 

The kids loved the revamped playground.

 

Just shows what can be done. No such thing as a lost cause.

 

 It seems I'm all about my inner child this weekend.


To those of you dealing with changes in your lives - whether they are welcomed, frightening, exciting, or sad - I wish you good luck.

Let's see what this week has in store!

    xxxx