Happy weekend

It's always so good to wake up for a day full of sunshine and give thanks for the petunias at the window.

And enjoy the silky tone of their colors and the fragrant aroma that now invades the entire balcony and comes into the living room. Every detail of nature is different from the other. Nature is so beautiful, isn't it?
  

Of course, waking up for this day was even more special towards the anticipation of an afternoon of sun and heat in the caravan, with time to enjoy more details all so charming. Our plants, although still tiny, are beginning to give flowers. Everything here is so simple but so great at the same time.

Oh, the empty swing ... It is beautiful standing there in the sun, the wind swinging rhythm, but it is much more beautiful when used in uproar and joy. But of course we also appreciate the quiet moments, to give us the time to listen to ourselves and still listen carefully to the cuckoo song. And no, the song did not come from any distant clock, it came from some tree from the hill around us. The cuckoo sang a good part of the afternoon for us.

Oh, getting inside "home" and realize that it has always been waiting for us. This old caravan, abandoned for so many years, receives a new life now and new lives to give it the best: color, air, pampering, love, flowers, smells, meals and even a name.

But as the weather is nice and invites to live outdoors, breathing the fresh air and blinking the eyes in the sun, we take our meal outside. Of course, let's forget the part of blowflies, wasps and the remaining range of insects, not to spoil the poetry of the moment ... :)

By mid-afternoon I took some time to enjoy the "view" from the living/dining/bedroom during a lazy break, while my farmer baker boy was working outside. There is no view like this, from our home to our land. A land full of promise and already bearing fruit, even if this fruit it's a figured one. Gee, how much this reminds me that there are people and a whole set of circumstances that are intended to help us to fulfill the dream of our lives. This is beautiful because, if I have a dream and you have the ability to help me to achieve it, I come to find out that we met each other because you too have a dream that you only can achieve if I'm with you. This makes sense in some certain moments in life, very specific ones, when we are able to have the serenity to discern this purpose because otherwise, everything else is pain and tears ...

But forget about the pain and tears, this weekend had its culmination on this Mother's Day. A day when I was blessed with the presence of the child that made me a mother and that continues to make me to choose him first in every circumstance. We ate ice cream, played with the ball and played with a little buddy.
It was a happy weekend, wasn't it?