The best-laid plans oft go awry......

Thank you all for your lovely comments from my last post. Those moments when life is all just a little too much are made a little easier when I think of all those lovely comments you have each lovingly expressed. Just a little setback down here at the bottom of the world. My husband's operation was postponed for a couple of weeks at the very last minute. Life.......always throwing a spanner into the works.

The best-laid schemes or plans oft go awry, don't they. So many plans that were put in place have to be reorganised for a couple of weeks. A few weeks more of finding some calm, some measure of peace in my days; of keeping myself busy, trying to keep thoughts down the slippery slide at bay. I might say that my husband has been terribly philosophic about the delay. As it turned out he wouldn't have been able to undergo the operation anyway, as he developed a bad bout of the flu. He just says "it gives me more time to garden"!!!!!

Our daughter and son-in-law came from Queensland 'to hold my hand' for the operation and to stay the following week. Can you believe just as they arrived we had a call from the hospital to inform of the change of plans. So instead of us all sitting around at home we thought we might as well enjoy a little holiday, that we might escape for  a weekend in Hobart and spend some fun time together.......and I must say we all had a lovely time. Both our daughters live quite a distance away; one in Queensland at the other end of Australia and one in San Fransisco, the other side of the world. It is times such as the ones we find ourselves in when I miss them dreadfully.

The night before we were to meet our daughter and son-in-law, my husband and I stayed in a beautiful bed & breakfast called Riverside Cottage which is situated in a lovely little town called Franklin, south of Hobart.

It was such a sweet place where everything was blue and white; my favourite colour combination.

There was pretty toile de jouy in the bedroom. Alas we arrived late so I wasn't able to take any happy snaps.......I pinched one from the lovely Marie's pamphlet. Scary thoughts that lay hidden in the depths of one couldn't help but dissipate in this lovely place.

The beautiful dining room where we ate breakfast, bathed in sunshine. Isn't blue and white the most relaxing and soothing of colour palettes. I did say to Marie, the proprietor, that she might have to frisk me on the way out. I thought that perhaps this dining suite would look perfect in my humble abode.

And.......just across the road was this glorious view. Imagine waking up to this every day.

And.......just down the road from River Cottage there happened to be a vintage shop!!

Of course I had to, had to have a lookity look. After all one never knows if there is a treasure or two one should take home.

I did find a few treasures, but you knew that, right.

This really cool apron with the most gorgeous embroidered, geisha girl. I have never seen one such as this. These aprons usually have a crinoline lady or southern belle embroidered on them.

Isn't she beautiful. I love the lantern pocket......so sweet.

This cute little storage container from the sixties, some funky 1960's/1970's fabrics and some pretty embroideries. I love the blue Irises!

And this really cool hem tape measure. So many times in the past, when a gal has come aknocking at my door asking me to take up the hem  of their wedding dress or their formal dress I have wished for one of these. Of course, now that I am the proud owner of one, I don't suppose they will come aknocking. Isn't it cool.

We then drove on to Hobart to meet my daughter and son-in-law to continue our little weekend away. It was the most pleasant of interludes. My husband and I grabbed the moment with both hands and ran with it. Of course, as is always the way when one is having fun, the time passed much too quickly. We made the most of what little time we had before driving back to the airport for a tearful farewell. Aaah......such is life.

Upon returning home a lovely package wrapped in the warmest of hugs flew in on a prayer. Debbie from She Graces Her Home with Beauty, sent me these gorgeous pretties lovingly created by her sweet daughter, Stephanie who writes the lovely blog The Enchanting Rose. Are they not beautiful?? Stephanie makes the most beautiful little cards all sitting happily in a pretty compendium fashioned from exquisite papers. Love, love, love the pretty, softest blue, little holdall, beautifully decorated by the softest white flowers and a pretty brooch. Sigh.......

Debbie could not have known how her parcel of love was the perfect gift for this week. It is always such a joy to receive these little parcels of happiness in the mail. I am always overwhelmed at the kindnesses of the lovely ladies within blogland. Once again, I cannot but be reminded of God's grace, which is more than I deserve and greater than I ever could imagine.

So, another week ahead of us. Spring has sprung which is rather lovely. Everywhere in Tassie, as far as the eye can see daffodils are dancing in the Spring sunshine. There are signs of new life everywhere; pastoral scenes of sweet, sweet splay-legged lambs and sleepy-eyed calves dotting the soft, velour paddocks. There is a carnival of scents of the gently, unfurling flowers casting their sweet magic to the air, adding bright, happy colour to the mosaic in the gardens. Yes indeed, lovely Spring, warming the heart and soul.

Until the next time, wishing you all a lovely week!

Linking up with the lovely Stephanie's Roses of Inspiration.