Today was the turn of your scribe to host Sunday Morning Tea and I’ve known since we stumbled upon that wonderful movie, Hector and the Search for Happiness, what my quote would be.
Felicity just wishes I’d listen to her and go away from her stockpiled eggs
It is an often voiced (the other Homesteader’s eye rolling is a fair indication of how often) belief of mine that listening is a dying art. As a family whose life story can’t be condensed into a ten second sound-bite, I find it frustrating that I am often asked questions to which the answer is insignificant. In my grumpy middle-age, I have become a bit more astute; I now try to invest my precious time only with those those who want to spend time shooting the breeze. As for the rest? A smile, a hello, and keep walking.
Today, I shared the Tui Flower inspired chocolate eclairs with the six people I never tire of yakking with: my fellow Homesteaders and the lovely Princess Nikita. The Foo Fighters acoustic CD of the double album, In Your Honor, played quietly in the background as we debated, gossiped, gas-bagged and gabbed.
Sometimes we all talk at the same time, but we listen as well. Maybe one Sunday, you lovely people might like to join us.