Saturday is my favourite day

I was up early to drive to where kangaroos sit proudly in paddocks, chewing slowly, watching the passing cars with vague interest. The air was cleaner than where I live and when I put the window down of my car, I could smell the eucalyptus trees, fresh and biting.

I was picking up bargains from an online market that is like a giant garage sale. It is a glorious thing to not buy new things unless you absolutely have to. The man was happy to sell these items to me. His children were eating breakfast when I arrived. They were cheeky. Cheeky kids with toast and cereal is a good thing on a Saturday morning.

Then I was off to pick up another item from a very friendly man who was happy to have passed on something he loved to someone he was sure would love it also.

I will. I do. I told him.

We talked about the red dust coating his path. I mentioned I would need to use the gurney to clean my path. He mistook my sentence to mean he needed to gurney his path. He assured me he would be onto it immediately upon my departure. I didn’t correct him because he seemed happy about the suggestion.

There was breakfast with my love, where we talked about nothing and ate like Kings and then went home to clean our castle. He using the gurney, because it’s too powerful for me, and I cleaned my bedroom. I put fresh sheets upon my bed and stepped back to the doorway to view my work. It was perfect.

An afternoon of some TV writing, which is always fun and such a long shot but still, fun. Every time I say no more TV, it comes back into my life, so I figured, just go with it. No expectations which means I won’t be disappointed.

I bought some plants for outside and hung out four loads of washing. Tomorrow I will put the plants into the sandy soil and will take down the washing and fold it neatly to be put away.

I made a salad that was something you would exclaim over at a cafe, and I used my own grown fresh herbs. It was filled with yummy goodness and I felt virtuous as I gobbled it all up.

Sometimes life is perfect with these small but big days that are peaceful and fun and busy and slow.

Tomorrow is a day of writing. Gardening. Pottering. Sunday too far away.