Monday, 15 August 2011

I Heart Sundays

Beautiful, beautiful Sundays. How I love them. Come Monday, they are merely memories, but while you're in the thick of Sundays, rejoice! For Sundays are Sundays! And that means one thing! Family day.


We wandered the Lisgar Gardens together, looking for sneeches aka leeches - and celebrated the lack of them.


By now you should understand that I love gardens. The Hunter Valley Gardens. The Royal Botanic Gardens. Lisgar Gardens. They are my oasis in a busy city-life. I'm always blogging about gardens. And yet I am a failed gardener. An ex-composter. A wannabe green-thumb.


This is the four of us. Together in the gardens. Where the Doctor told us he didn't want to be, and then stumbled upon koi fish and was turned around. Where Tiny declared her undying love for 'flowlas'. Where Matt and I explored the layers of flowers, fauna and found a bush turkey.


Hello and goodbye Sunday. Until we meet again.

6 comments:

CATE PEARCE said...

There is just 'something' about Sundays, isn't there?
Great pic :)

Little Bird, Big Chip said...

Monday is my Sunday. This is equally rad and sucky. Rad that I get to get heaps of stuff done. Sucky that I don't get a lie in with my gentleman lover :(

Penny Ryan said...

lovely!

jodesmac said...

we spent time in our own garden yesterday , this happens maybe twice a year. we cut some stuff and chop and pull other stuff. we don't know what they are or whether we are supposed to, but we feel good when we do it and then don't feel the need to do it again. yay sunday!

The Beetle Shack said...

Geez woman- look at your face! Seriously, i want to see more of it.

also, i just saw that you have a 'back in the habit' list- i have a confession, im not back in the habit, unless of corse that habit is a beer or two a day. then im in. I had good intentions....

small catalogue said...

Among other things; I am, like totally, loving your hair right now.