The winds have been strong here this week. Almost unpleasantly forceful. As far as wind is concerned, I prefer a gentle breeze. On days like these, I find myself nervously glancing out of our kitchen sky window, just willing the thick, large branches of the gum tree out the back, to stay. put. Whipping leaves around, swaying back and forth, teasing me with it's enormity. After our day outdoors, I feel decidedly wind swept also, with the tell tale chapped lips and ruddy cheeks to show for it. Though it was really nice, having special guest star Daddy home with us today.
Which meant I was able to steal away for an hour first thing this morning, to do a beach run. It's been a few weeks since my last run, so it felt good to work the muscles again. A perfect day for washing... and I washed up a storm! Much to Angus' delight, as he ran around and around the sheets drying on the line. We had fish and chips for lunch at the beach and then spent a good chunk of the afternoon playing at the park.
Then I caught the unmistakable scent of jasmine in the air. Sure enough, the first bloom of the year that I have been waiting for... sort of in my neighbours yard... but nevertheless, I'm reaping the benefits and appreciating every whiff. Bits of Spring loveliness, on a blustery September day.