Time is of the essence! It's a saying my mum used to use so many times when I was a child. She'd say it to make us hurry up if we were running late or to finish off something so that we could move onto the next task of the day (or evening).
I am currently using it because it is just so precious and I seem to lose time where ever I go these days.
Take for instance the sudden realisation that it has been SIX MONTHS since my last post! Honestly! This was not supposed to happen.it wasn't intended, yet it did! How on earth am I supposed to keep people coming back to my blog if I let the time lapse?!
It isn't all my fault.
We had a dreadful season last year. Our harvest started very early - October is early! We had so many breakdowns it was not funny! And we averaged very poorly. With only 110mm for the growing season, it was a miracle we had anything harvestable! Yet we did and for that we are very grateful.
In November, I had a few trips to the city with my children, to prepare my eldest daughter for boarding school.
We had the end of the year and my 40th birthday.
And then my husband had an accident three days after! So we spent a week in the city by his bedside, meaning the biggies had to take that time from school.cAnd while we were there, Chloë took her first steps!
We do not have supportive family members living near us so I had no choice but to take all three of them with me. I couldn't leave them even with friends!
Bottom line is he is alive and his arm is healing, although very slowly. I still have to drive him around but we hope to have him legally driving again as soon as we can get to see an occupational therapist.
With that, Christmas came and we had visitors in the form of my sil, bil and niece. They came for another reason and this was to inter the ashes (finally) of my fil who passed away from Bile duct cancer in November 2014, six weeks before Chloë was born. This happened the day before our baby girl turned one year old. I still haven't made her birthday dress but we managed to have a little celebration for her with our guests.
January brought lots of trips to the city to ready our eldest for her life away from home. I was too busy to stop and think and process my feelings, until the week before we had to take her to school. I cried and cried! I was happy and excited for her and all the opportunities that she would be exposed to. But at the same time I was grief stricken. My thirteen year old was going to be away from me and I would only see her periodically. It saddens me still to think about it even though her schooling will improve because they actually care about her wellbeing and her education. It is the best place for her to finish her education at.
So February whizzed by and here we are now in March.
We have just enjoyed long weekend which was also the midterm break for Imogen. So we stayed in the city after being there for the week anyway, seeing as Murray had another appointment to attend.
Noah had a work pack to complete by his teacher to try and keep him up with the schoolwork and we managed to get to have some family time also.
So we are now brought up to speed and so now we can possibly continue on and catch the time before it runs away again.
