Peace and quietude

'Tas been a busy week for the male guardian and I have been most fortunate to have a day or two away from our professional toil and oh, what a joy 'tas been. Tucked quietly away in our country home, only venturing forth as necessary, peaceful and calm. Slightly cooler weather than the previous few weeks, much to one's relief for we have continued to make headway with the planned works. We have enjoyed waking at a more leisurely time, and taking time to sniff the roses as it were. 
A morning cup of tea taken in one's bedchamber, curtains thrown back and windows wide, the dawn chorus in full swing, gazing across golden fields - such a joyous start to one's day. Mind and bodies free from the usual routines, such bliss. 

The planned works continue, my dears, but we are making good headway. We are most pleased with the chosen colours for they are of a palette that is most complimentary to this old home of ours. Being off together lent us the opportunity to review choices for the covering of the floors, and oh, my, my there are many. Thankfully, the male guardian and I are similar in out taste and practicality, narrowing choices fairly easily. All that remains is for the chosen establishments to come and "measure up", then submit their quotes. In the meantime, the last of the workmen required to finish the project have been booked. Once this remaining piece of work is complete, the flooring can be laid upon agreement of quotes and dates. Oh, happy days,  for the end is in sight and, if all goes to plan, well in advance of autumn and winter which will be most pleasing. 

Yesterday, we took some time to walk by the sea. We packed a small picnic and enjoyed this light repast as we sat a while, taking in the sights, sounds and smells of the beach that we had chosen to stop awhile at. How I do enjoy the rhythmic sound of the sea, so mesmerisingly soothing. The journey home across the countryside afforded a delightful walk to stretch one's legs and an opportunity to stand and stare. Not another soul to be seen, just the breeze whispering through the leaves, the rustle of small creatures in the undergrowth and the muffled sound of our feet upon the floor of the tree lined way. Truly a blissful, blissful day.