Today because the weather was nice and I had the time, I tidied the linen cupboard and washed and /or aired what I thought needed it. With all of my aprons pegged on the clothes line it got me to thinking about the apron strings. Or rather the cutting of the apron strings as the saying goes.
My son who has just finished school is away this week and some of next in Sydney. Working at Taronga Zoo and then staying with my sister. He spent this week living in Mosman at a bed and breakfast, coming home each day exhausted from work. It really is the first step we have made towards the next phase in his life and ours. Next year he will be at university and living in the city and we will be a household of just four here on the farm. At the moment it is still looming in the distance like it will never happen but it will and we will all adjust to the new dynamics of our family. It is a good thing that these changes usually build up with a little more independence garnered with each milestone. Of course I am not happy that my boy will no longer be at home everyday but I am happy that he will be learning and preparing to do something that he wants to. Besides that, it is only a 6 hour drive to Sydney so I predict many trips to and fro next year.
Tracy
4 comments:
What a beautiful aprons!!I have a friend who has vintage B&B and she has similar collection,Adorable;)
I love those aprons. What really caught my eye, though, is the turkey in your header. We raise turkeys on our farm--heritage breeds, mostly. We currently have Narragansetts.
I came from Rhonda's and thought I'd say hello. Have a nice weekend.
I, too, love the apron picture. I have aprons but no vintage looking ones, but the longer I wear mine, the more vintage they look.
It is hard to let go of the apron strings and i dont think we ever do they say absents make the heart grow fonder.I know how you feel.
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