Morning Tea with my Mum and my Daughter.

This has to be one of the most precious experiences in life. I pick up Mum and we drive out to Caprice’s house about 5 minutes out of town. Caprice has relocated a 100 year old cottage and is gradually renovating. She has impeccable taste and we find it so enjoyable checking out what she has been doing lately. Her new kitchen is light and bright and Mum marvels over the hexagonal tiles in the splash back. She tells us about her first little cottage when she got married nearly 70 years ago. It was basic and money was tight, but she loved her first home. The wood stove was unpredictable, but she learnt to bake her famous sponges and scones. She still makes scones and I swear she uses them as a type of currency. They get exchanged for veggies from Bill’s garden next door, or given to people who happen to do something for her. I think they would trade better on the stock exchange than the Australian dollar. Anyway, after patting the cat, April, who Mum adores, we notice the old sideboard in Caprice’s dining room. Mum’s mother passed it onto her, then she passed it onto me. I had it restored, and have now passed it onto Caprice. We are delighted that it fits in so well and looks like it was specially made for the spot. Then it’s time to take our tea out to the veranda and settle to watch the world go by. Nothing much happening because we’re in the country, but we laugh at the puppy, Chester, getting into mischief. Hardly a puppy, Mum says, he’s monstrous. Caprice says he’s still a baby, Nanna, he’s only 6 months old.

Too soon, it’s time to drive back to town, via a few paddocks so she can check the cattle. She lived on the land all her married life, and loves the rural lifestyle. She remarks that it must be going to rain soon because her knees are playing up, and just as well because it’s quite dry. Back home again, I kiss her goodbye, and as always she thanks me for the outing.

No thank you, Mum, for your brilliant company.

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