there are half a dozen eggs most days. there's a girl obsessed with skipping rope. there's another lap around the sun for me. there's a realisation that i'm closer to 40 than 30. there's a roly poly happy baby. there's a tiger snake living in the veggie patch. there are fresh flowers on the table. there's a delicious magic bean cake. there's the reminder of a bushfire over the back fence. there's a pile of jamie oliver cookbooks by my bed. there's a new found love of running. there are knees that just don't want to comply. there's a beautiful new bernina on my sewing table. there's the torture of no time to use it. there are very early starts to the day. there are dexter sessions in the evenings. there's a three and a half year old to try and understand. there are a few kilos off and a few more to go. there are good times with old friends. there's a veggie patch finally planted out. there's talk of christmas just around the corner. there's so much to share but not knowing what to say. there's a post drafted where i bid farewell to tea with lucy. there's something that stops me from publishing it.