You may have noticed a pattern by now. Friends and family come to visit, we have a wonderful time, they go home to the mountains, I feel sad. Yep – fairly predictable. I’m not sure that I will ever get used to not living in the mountains, but I love having friends and family come to stay.
My sister and her family came down for the Easter long weekend and it was lovely. Country Boy and my brother in law did farm type things like ripping out an old tank and cutting wood, and did some minor house fixing type stuff too. The fire hearth finally has the wood finish around the edge of the tiles. Lucky to have a carpenter in the family.
We had expeditions to feed the pigs and the chickens, and rides on the tractor and motorbikes. On Saturday we drove over to Canberra for a morning at Questacon (the national science museum). They have so many fun exhibits for kids of all ages. When we arrived home in the late afternoon, we spent an hour just picking vegetables in the garden. The kids started out helping us, but lost interest after a while and drifted off to play long and convoluted games in the late afternoon sun.
We got up super early on Sunday for the sunrise service in the village, and enjoyed chatting with friends over hot cross buns afterwards. We had planned an Easter egg hunt in the morning, but postponed it till the afternoon when the rain started.
The best part of the weekend was that the kids had a wonderful time playing with their cousins, and we commented several times how few blow ups we had. I love chatting to my sister and brother in law, and it was great to catch up (even though it has only been a couple of weeks!).
They have packed up their car and headed home, so we are planning an afternoon of relaxing. I’m going to try my best not to get too down, but fortunately my parents are coming for a visit next weekend… never a dull moment around here!