Thank you for your kind words of comfort after yesterday's post. I promise I'm alright. I just had one of those days. A big cry was just what the doctor ordered. Sunday dawned a bright new day.
At 6.02am I woke to the girls voices. "Mummy, we made you breakfast in bed. We're not allowed to open the fridge, so there's no butter on bread. Can we have pancakes?"
They're not allowed to use the toaster without me either, so my delicious breakfast was a piece of dry bread with dried banana pieces and a heart-shaped chocolate shortbread biscuit in the middle. Mark my words, shortbread on dry bread is going to take off. Trendy joints in town will be serving it before the year is out!
After Bearhands arrived home and pancakes were devoured, we drove around the farm turning on irrigation and discovered this beautiful butterfly. It must have died on Saturday and the dew had settled on it's delicate little wings. The Big Sister cradled it gently the rest of the morning.
The girls helped Bearhands. The Big Sister changed her first o-ring and Daddy declared her a natural.
There was nowhere better to be, so we got dirty and made mud men.
And Bearhands sang "Do you want to build a mud man?" which is testament to how often we suffer the Frozen soundtrack in the car. 
On our way back to the house we spotted this bloke out for a Sunday drive.
Then our slow morning turned into a busy afternoon. We played golf. We laughed. We saw kangaroos. We speculated about the history of the duck with one foot. The kids ran and stockpiled fallen flowers. Later we had a blind wine tasting and laughed more.
So thank you. I'm alright. We're alright. We're coping. We miss David like crazy, but even without him the world is still a good place.
what did you get up to yesterday?
Emily @ Have A Laugh On Me says
I love so much that you got this special brekkie. On Sunday I worked for 5 hours and tidied my house. WINNING x