Weekends are always a reminder to me, as I hear people’s plans, or see the queue’s of cars roll into my local shopping centre. Sometimes I watch them, cup on tea in hand, the quiet hum coming from the radio in the kitchen. Eventually little feet gather around me and we chat about our upcoming two days. Inevitably there will be a hike, a session at our community garden (oh plants who are not looking so good, perk up!), we will make something depending on what is on sale, or what we need. One week it was blueberry jam, another week bug spray, another lip gloss - we will work quietly together in the kitchen, learning, loving, being. The weekend treat for Mama is the $1.70 fairtrade coffee, followed by chatting and laughter with the variety of independent store owners we will visit, asking about their week, leaving with hugs, “until next week” we say. The children will speak excitedly about what we will make – quinoa cheese casserole, barley soup, lentil smash, muffins, and smoothies all get a mention. We will hope there is something from the garden so we can enjoy the fruits of our labour. The bikes will be ridden, the volunteer hours at the farm contributed, another hike usually finds its way into the day. And the evenings will be met with candles lit, knitting love, and books, oh the books. We will be enthralled in the adventures and tactics of Junie B. Jones and the Little House on the Prairie girls. And as a special treat, we will cheer as we watch the tour de france, waving our flags, Mummy sipping a glass of wine a friend provided. As the weekend closes there will be new produce, handmade things and memories. We may not have money to buy a homestead or live off the grid, but I’ve learned you can build something grand on a shoestring.
It is a good life, a good life indeed!