Family, hard work and sharing

Having a blog like this is like having a top notch psychologist on standby, 24/7. When I blow a gasket about something and mention it on the blog, all you lovely tender hearts ride in on white stallions and lift me up again. Thank you for your comments over the weekend. It's really nothing that it happened but it's everything that you reacted to what was said in the way you did. ♥︎ I've said it before but it's still true, my readers have the kindest hearts and I'm thankful every day for it.

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With not much time over the weekend, I've chosen to do another pictorial post today. I recently restored thousands of daily life photos from a portable drive to my laptop. I hope you enjoy browsing through them.

 Homemade bread and meat loaf. One of my favourite sandwiches.

There is often food-related work happening in our kitchen. Here is Hanno helping get nectarines ready for jam.

These apples were just a few of the dozens of apples we were given a couple of years ago. I forget what I did with most of them but I know there were a lot of apple turnovers and pies made.

 Above and below: making pasta.

Want to walk down memory lane with me?  Here are my sons, Shane and Kerry when they were little boys. Shane (right) would have been six there, and Kerry, five.

 And here we are in this torn photo from the late 1970s. I still have a giggle when I see this photo.

 There is always a drawer to be cleaned and tidied.

 And cook books to read.

Tricia made this very pretty table cloth one year when she was visiting. It's made of scraps, old tea towels and pieces from my stash.

 You've heard of Sarah plain and tall?  This is Kathleen frizzled and round.

These gawky girls didn't know what to do on the first day they arrived to live with us.

This scene is a few minutes from our home. Yes, they are zebras and giraffes.

 It's Australia Zoo, the home of the Crocodile Hunter. This is a crocodile waiting to be fed.

I often write about Jamie being here but here is Alex when he stayed with us last Easter. I don't see him nearly as much as I'd like because Shane and Sarndra live a few hours drive away, but I think of him every day. 

Sorting through our vegetable seeds.

Time for morning tea and a homemade biscuit, and always fresh bread ready to be sliced.

I was asked recently what is the secret to a happy life. There is no secret. It's a long time since we earned the big dollars, but life is better now. It doesn't take much effort to make a happy life. Usually it's paid for in work rather than dollars and it is made better by sharing with our family. And that, my friends, is it in a nutshell - family, hard work and sharing.

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