This weeks Discover challenge is Flâneur and it immediately spoke to me. For all our wants and dreams for this cottage and its garden, myself and my husband have been forced to sit back, watch and wait for our world to change.

A View of Skerries Harbour by J. Seaver

A View of Skerries Harbour by J. Seaver

We bought our beautiful home in 2013 but I was heavily pregnant and no amount of will power was going to get me to start the process of dragging this 100 year old cottage into the present day. So we waited, this time on the birth of our first daughter, who came quietly into the world, eyes shining and bright but with such spirit for one so tiny.

From here, we rested and watched our garden and our baby grow. We photographed and we contemplated as the seasons changed. Flowers bloomed, leaves fell and milestones were surpassed. The fatigue of new parenthood forced us to watch and pullulate our lists and dreams for our home. Then, from a wish, we grew daughter number two and the dream of working on our new home was again put aside. Again, we became observers.

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The birth of spring bulbs as the idea of summer beings to form.

We waited and we watched as our firstborn came to terms with a sibling and ideas began to grow. We started to leave the observer behind and began building our dream home, on our little patch of earth by the sea. We built raised beds and we smelled the sweet, salty summer coastal air. In time we began to harvest the first tiny fruits of our labour, overwhelmed by what was still left to do.

Apple blossoms in Spring.

Apple blossoms in Spring.

We sat back and watched our seedlings and our babies grow. We logged our achievements and failures. We marked the trees for felling and ground for sowing but as always the garden and parenting took precious time. We have achieved but a tiny portion of our dreams in the three years we have lived here. I have the feeling that in both our garden and our children’s lives, we will always be observers. Tending and nurturing when we are needed but for now, as winter draws in, we watch. We wait. We observe.

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