So, please excuse me if this is a little rambling, but it's free friday so hopefully I'll be pardoned ;)

My state (and country) is expecting some major weather over the next few days. A whole season's worth of rain in one or two days. It's not once in a lifetime weather, but it's the first time in my 28 years that the warnings have been so severe. All the hardware stores in my city have run out of sandbags.

When I was a kid, my favourite genre of books was cosy catastrophes. Think the Day of the Triffids, or any zombie movie where the protagonists end up in a bucolic haven waiting out the apocalypse. My favourite part of the genre is the close relationships formed by groups of people who rely on each other, building a new, simple life in the ruins of the past, and finding small joys in times of darkness (strawberries).

This sort of stuff ties into how I feel about homemaking & my family. We don't need to be rich, or have a vast group of friends, or have a fancy house. I'm happy with just me, my husband, our little dog, and a home to make our own.

At the moment, we're battening down the hatches. The bathtub is full of water, we have bottles of drinking water set up, all the devices are charged, the first aid kit is sorted, and so on.

Through this, I'm so, so grateful that I have my little family to be with. A partner to lean on & build up, a little creature that relies on us, the essentials we need to survive even when everything falls down. All of my needs can be fulfilled in my little home with my little family, and that makes me so very grateful. And I know that, even if disaster strikes, as long as I have my husband, we can get through it.

Thanks for reading my ramblethoughts, as the rain pours outside.