Autumn LightI spent the week prior to Easter looking at flights to Adelaide. It was last minute, it was a long weekend, it was ridiculously expensive. But every part of me wanted to be at home with family and friends. Being home a few weeks ago, albeit hard, was a glimpse of autumn and just what I dreamed of. Having landed in the grey rain, a drive up the Hill in the fog and walking into my parents house, an Irish lamb stew with potatoes and a bottle of local red at the ready, and a long soak in the bath before bed was all you could hope for. I woke up in the morning to gold and red leaves falling, and an actual bucket of small organic yellow apples from my neighbours yard in the kitchen. It was cold, there were cups of tea with friends and hugs from my mother and when it came to the idea of Easter, having four days off work, it was just where I wanted to be. Back there. But for $700 a few weeks before I head to Europe, I couldn't quite justify it. I know, not the ending you were hoping for. Certainly not what I was hoping for, but life is hard and I'm spoilt enough. And in the end - in the end - it was a kind of magnificent weekend here in Sydney. Specifically, things that made it lovely were:

* waking to rain on Good Friday, making a perfect cake in my nightie, then crawling back into bed with a pot of tea and said cake and doing not much more than that all day * making some fancy mac'n'cheese with emmental, grana padana, Tassy cheddar and some French goat's cheese to go with a big green salad and a half a bottle of one of my favourite Clare Valley rieslings * a new personal best of a run in Centennial Park in the early morning light * a batch of my best granola for a busy week ahead * a for-no-reason new sweat that is WAY too bold but so fantastic I couldn't put it down * rainy nightime Bondi walks and juicy yoga classes * five on-and-off hours in my kitchen making this lovely Southern pie for my Sunday night family dinner * an hour of kitchen-dancing after our dinner (because doing the dishes in my family is always amazing) * a good bit of gardening / tidying / pottering on my front deck with a take-away latte * old friends who call you in tears (not the tears, but the being the person they call when they're in tears) * arvo beers and laughs at the pub with brilliant new friends when your plans for a walk are rained out

And in between all of it, downtime. Meg time. Peace and quiet and mostly in-bed time. It was just what I needed.

{Image by Apiece Apart, my bed was never quite as glamorous as all that}