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Quiet Sunday Morning.


It is around 8 am Sunday morning, as I linger over my beloved computer, amid the messy desk where I have dropped opened mail for over a week now. I’m stealing just a few moments, catching up with a few blogging friends, knowing that soon I must leave again.

Work beckons. I thought I had completed making most of the school uniforms (that is my business, I make school uniforms for a few local schools) for the children starting the new school year at the end of January. Apparently not. Sales of school uniforms this year have increased drastically from the last few years. Schools have under-estimated the quantities they would be needing. Which is a good thing really, as it suggests that the economy has improved in my area.

“Quack!” What was that I heard? Am I going quackers? Being so engrossed in reading about snow storms on the other side of the world, I almost missed the visitor I had in my own back garden!

"Is anyone awake yet? Where is everyone?"
“Is anyone awake yet? Where is everyone?”

Mr and Mrs Duck disappeared a few months ago. I’m positive that somewhere out there, they now have a cute little family of ducklings. I haven’t seen their family, but I have seen other Australian Wood Ducks around, who have cute little ducklings trailing behind. I see them often, toddling along the banks of the creek, which I pass on my way to work.

My own ducky friends returned at the end of last month. Both Mr and Mrs have been here a couple of times, but this morning it was just Mrs Duck, perched upon the side fence, quacking away to….who exactly was she quacking to? She didn’t say….

The day has begun so quietly, everyone in my house is having a Sunday morning sleep-in, and even the birds are quiet. It seems that in the bird-world, as well as in the people-world, one or the other is having a sleep in. Mr Magpie came for a visit, Mrs Magpie was nowhere to be seen.

"Where's my breakfast?"
“Where’s my breakfast?”

The sun is shining, the air is still, and I must leave for work again.

It will be a productive day. I know that. How could it be anything other, when I started the day so beautifully? πŸ™‚

11 thoughts on “Quiet Sunday Morning.

  1. It’s good to know what you do to make a living, Joanne. I knew you worked out of your home, but not your exact job. Thank you for sharing it. As you probably know, I collect property taxes as a township treasurer for one of my part-time jobs and this week the winter taxes are due. It gets a little hectic. Love your duck friends. Grateful for your sharing.


    1. I knew you collect taxes in your local area, and it surprises me that they still have people who actually do that job in the States. In Australia the government collects all taxes directly from the individual, or representatives of a company. I can just imagine how easy it would be to get caught chatting with your friends as you do the rounds of your job Kathy. πŸ™‚


  2. You described my favorite part of the day, Joanne – it sounds so lovely there on your side of the world, so summery and blessed with bird visitors outside your window to welcome the day. This morning I heard my obnoxious crow friend squawking from his post on β€œhis” tree for the first time since before the blizzard. Wondering where he sought refuge from the storm. I hope your day was wonderful and productive in the sewing department. πŸ™‚


    1. Thank you Brabara, I’ve actually enjoyed a very productive week and now the momentum has kicked in I’m looking forward to returning to work on Monday so I can get the sewing finished even faster!

      You have an obnoxious crow friend, do you? That made me smile. I’m sure he is pleased to have returned home, from wherever he sheltered during the storm. πŸ™‚


  3. I need to learn a few things about sewing – I love to sew, but I am not very good at it. πŸ™‚ I agree with you that to stop and listen is a good way to start the day. ❀


    1. My mother taught me how to sew Stacy and I have tried to teach my own daughters too, although I think that these days it is easier for the young ones to pick up clothing in a shop! I think that the best teacher is practice, beginning with really simple things, and learning by our mistakes. (Sounds much like life really!) πŸ™‚


      1. Yes, I suppose. I lost a very good Singer in Katrina – the kind of machine that made my poor sewing look better. Now I’m in a quandary over what to replace it with – they don’t make the one I had anymore. ❀


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