Ambling Along

2009-07-12T19:31:00.005+10:00

I thought readers of Kathy's blog may like
to read my eulogy.

A TRIBUTE TO MY WIFE

I will best remember Kathy as a great lover of life. As a highly creative person who made life and family a pleasure. She was positive about every aspect of living. She would always seek to find the positive in anybody or anything and focus on these. Her life was lived beautifully and she was the epitome of femininity, modesty, grace, integrity, honesty and wise counsel.

Today, she would not seek us to magnify her character, accomplishments, talents, personality, beauty nor any other traits however great or admirable they may be, but rather, she would desire us to point to her Maker and her King. For she lived not for herself but for Him who made each of us. And as a teacher of philosophy every corner of her life was examined to magnify Him. This was how she approached her illness. Her illness was first manifest during our three months long service leave in Europe when she developed a slight but persistent cough. In mid-December at Heathrow as we awaited our return flight she had a disturbing fit of coughing, which upon our return was urgently examined and her diagnosis of a rare and nasty form of thyroid cancer already at Stage 4 was determined. Initially she doubted she would survive Christmas and was most hopeful and determined to see the arrival of Sarah’s new baby, which was granted in a very special way with baby Liana arriving just 36 hours before Kathy was called home. She was able to hold and have the new one beside her bed all of Sunday before she died Monday morning. What a beautiful poetic picture that will leave with the family.

After the diagnosis we set up a small desk in her room for quiet peaceful reflection and craft work. She loved to work in there with the sun streaming through the large northerly window and the magpies warbling outside. I would like to read a couple of extracts from a some beautiful reflective journals she kept, based on her reading of Journaling as a Spiritual Practice, which tell more of who she was than any words we could speak.

Reflections on your name

Kathleen Marie Flynn

“From early days I was aware of the ‘leen’ part of my name as my sister Colleen also had ‘leen’. I wondered why our parents gave us ‘leen’ names - I still don’t know why. I also knew my middle name was after my Aunty Marie but my parents pronounced it differently. The way they pronounced it was a popular middle name of the time. I never loved my name as I grew up and preferred Kathy to the full version. In high school I boldly started stating my name as Kathy for class rolls rather than Kathleen. Kathleen was formal - I don’t mind it now. Few called me Kath - Aunty Grace and Don Norris - how old-fashioned I thought. Colleen now calls me Kath (as do some others) and once again I don’t mind at all. Nanna always wrote it K a t h i e - I didn’t mind, that was quite special. So Kathleen, Kathy, Kath, Kathie. Then dad started Kate when I was a teenager - I quite liked the name Kate, but he was the only one calling me that, although John does sometimes, mostly when writing. So there are five different versions of my name. I identify with Kathy and Kathleen the most. I sign Kathleen. It is a nice name and it means pure. Is it more me than my surname? I’ve been Kathy or Kathleen all my life but I have had the surnames Doyle and Flynn. I happily changed when I married - John and I becoming husband and wife, a new family, then our children all having Flynn as a surname. I’ve been a Flynn longer than a Doyle, but my bloodline of Doyle has a strong hold. I can understand Americans keeping their birth name as a middle name. It is an Irish name and that was strongly impressed upon me. We were all given Irish Christian names as well. Even so, although I have interest in Ireland, I love England (most ancestors were English, but that was never emphasised at all as I grew up). Why do I have an English passion rather than Irish? Is there something in the genes? “The love of field and coppice of green and shaded lanes…” If I had a different name would I feel any different? How does it link with my identity? “A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Would I change my surname if I married now? If I were to choose my own name, what would I choose? Does a name need to be meaningful or is it just a label? In the Bible the meaning of the name was important - was it important to my parents? I have a secret name between God and myself. It means ‘blessed” and it is something precious to me. It is like a heavenly name and since I experienced those days close to heaven, it sounds like the name of an angel to me. I am blessed indeed, so the meaning of my secret name is of great importance to me. Blessed. I wouldn’t change my name. It is me. Kathleen Marie Flynn nee Doyle. It is a good name and I like it.”

Through her illness she ministered to the needs of others. She developed a lovely rapport with the late Sheila Parkinson. She spoke to the congregation here about the contentment she felt with her illness because she was in God’s merciful hands. She knew there was meaning in the death of a Christian. During her recent three-week hospitalisation I visited each day and was able to read John Bunyan’s The Pilgrim’s Progress which ministered to her greatly. She found great comfort in it and I would like to read a short passage from the end of the book.

“Then, said he, I am going to my Father’s, and tho’ with great difficulty I am got hither, yet now I do not repent me of all the trouble I have been at to arrive where I am. My sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my pilgrimage, and my courage and skill to him that shall get it. My marks and scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me, that I have fought his battles, who now will be my Rewarder. When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompy’d him to the Riverside, into which as he went, he said, Death where is thy sting? And as he went down deeper, he said Grave where is thy victory? So he passed over, and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side.”

Her oncologist knew her terrible prognosis and the inevitable course of her disease, but was inspired to write to us describing her as “a delightfully positive, determined, courageous lady who coped remarkably well with a terrible illness. She was clearly sustained by her tremendous religious faith and the family and the church community performed wonderfully caring for her and supporting her. It was a privilege to have known her and to help with her care.”

This is written as a letter to God.
“Blessed I how I see myself. Blessed by you for over 51 years - so much to be thankful for, so much I have enjoyed. Earthly blessings of love of family, gift of marriage, precious children and grandchildren, the beauty of creation to enjoy, an amazing world to travel, skills and talents to use…so much for which I am truly grateful. Now facing this illness the blessings continue. I am blessed through this journey and yet I want the journey and the blessings to continue. I also want to give. I think that is one of the main ‘clarities’ of my future…one of giving to family, friends and community. I hadn’t realised I was part of such a loving community. I thank you so much for assuring me of my heavenly home, it is something I don’t have to worry about. Actually I have few anxieties and those I do have I want to give to you.”

She then quoted a poem by Therese of Lisieux

My life is an instant,
An hour which passes by;
My life is a moment
Which I have no power to stay.
You know, O my God,
That to love you here on earth -
I have only today.

Life will not be the same without her, she was simply the nicest and best friend a man could have.

In Memoriam

2009-07-07T21:09:00.005+10:00

The creator of this beautiful blog, my darling wife of thirty years passed to her eternal home on 1 June 2009. She was a brave, creative, and most gorgeous of women who is sadly missed by hundreds of friends and family.

In a beautiful and divine timing, our new grand daughter arrived thirty-two hours before Kathy passed away.

Blessed shall be her name, she is now healed of her short terrible illness and singing praises to her eternal King in heaven.

Home

2009-01-19T10:28:00.001+11:00

After three wonderful months abroad we have returned safely home to our darling family. How delightful it is to travel but how precious is home.

It was in Zagreb that I first noticed a tickle in my throat and bought some herbal honey and some lozenges to relieve it, and I had been a little out of breath climbing some of the hills in Slovenia - but they were pretty steep!

The tickle developed into a cough over the weeks but as we were travelling and it wasn't slowing me down I wasn't concerned and just thought it was a little congestion that would clear. At the departure lounge at Heathrow, as we were flying back, I coughed up blood.

Arriving home, I woke at night unable to breathe and saw my GP expecting I would need anti-biotics. It was becoming increasingly difficult to breathe (and speak) and she made an urgent appointment with a surgeon who quickly did tests, more tests and made a firm diagnosis of a rare and extremely aggressive thyroid cancer which has spread to my lungs and liver.

I received immediate and expert medical care. As surgery cannot be performed steroids have reduced the swelling to make breathing easier, and I have undergone a course of daily radiotherapy on my neck and I am undergoing chemotherapy for my lungs and apart from some side effects, which I can cope with, I am keeping well.

It has been quite an amazing journey and there is so much to be thankful for. Through it all my loving Heavenly Father has faithfully sustained me, protected me and carried me as He answered the outpouring of prayer of my behalf. I have felt privileged and humbled to receive an abundance of love, care and prayer support from so many. What a joy!

We are still on school holidays and our family is spending lots of time together. A lovely, quiet Christmas, my sister and her family staying into the New Year, many visitors dropping in and today our youngest child is celebrating his birthday - 22 years ago he was born in a tiny country town in Queensland. Little Belle will be 2 years old soon and she is also to be a big sister with our newest grandchild due on 1st June.

There is so much life to be lived, it is a thrill to wake to each new morning and a joy to be part of it all.

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths." Proverbs 3:5-6

Celebrations, sickness and setting out

2008-08-27T16:03:00.003+10:00

August is my birthday month and often a time of ill health with all the colds and 'flus floating about. This year has been no exception but also there is a lot of planning happening as we are setting out on Long Service Leave.

The celebrations were wonderful,
the sickness almost over,
and the setting out soon to occur.

We won't be back until December and for the next three months or so I'm hoping to keep a record of our journery at 'Missives from Abroad' so feel free to read of our adventures via that site.

So until December au revoir from 'Ambling Along',

Kathy

Happily busy

2008-07-29T09:18:00.002+10:00

I'm busily doing nothing, working the whole day through,
trying to find lots of things not to do ...

Actually, this is not quite true! I find I sing or hum this chorus when I am happily busy - the current situation.

Above is the embroidered mini-block from block 4 of "Butterfly Garden". I'm now doing block five and still not as far ahead as I would like - but that's O.K.

School is back and the routine which encourages time to fly at a faster rate - that's fine too if I can keep it in perspective.

Our plans for Long Service Leave are falling into place nicely. We fly to Hungary and join the Habitat for Humanity team to build near the Romanian border; then walking through Slovenia; time in Brittany and Paris; England and Thailand. Three months altogether - three weeks of it unplanned to go where our fancy takes us.

Each weekend between now and when we leave is accounted for including flying to Canberra to see my darling's parents and extended family - it's actually my M-I-L's birthday today - Happy Birthday!

All in all, much to keep one busily smiling!

Here is the full version of the above (personalised) verse. Apparently it was originally sung by Bing Crosby, William Bendix, and Sir Cedric Hardwicke in a 1948 movie - it's lots of fun ...

BUSY DOING NOTHING
(Jimmy Van Heusen and Johnny Burke)

We're busy doing nothing, Working the whole day through,
Trying to find lots of things not to do.
We're busy going nowhere. Isn't it just a crime?
We'd like to be unhappy but we never do have the time.

I have to watch the river, to see that it doesn't stop.
Then stick around the rosebuds, so they'll know when to pop.
Better keep the crickets cheerful, they're really a solemn bunch.
Hustle, bustle, and only an hour for lunch.

(Repeat opening verse)

I have to wake the sun up. He's liable to sleep all day.
And then inspect the rainbows, So they'll be bright and gay.
You must rehearse the songbirds, To see that they sing in key.
Hustle, bustle, and never a moment free.

(Repeat verse)

I have to meet a turtle, I'm teaching him how to swim.
Then I have to shine the dewdrops, You know they're looking rather dim.
I told my friend the robin I'd buy him a brand new vest.
Hustle, bustle, we never do have,
we never do have, we never do, never do, never do, never do,
Never do have the time,
Never do have the time.

Launceston

2008-07-17T07:00:00.013+10:00

My oh my, what a thoroughly enjoyable mid-year break this is.

Our time in Launceston was 'surprising' - I didn't realise how beautiful this city is, or how easily accessible, or how friendly the people are.

The skies were wintery grey and wood smoke hung in the air and at every turn there were distant views, beautiful architecture and interesting history,

and we walked everywhere - some streets are so steep!

One afternoon I had the pleasure of the company of Little Jenny Wren and her sweet daughter, Kate. It was lovely to actually meet her and chat away in the real world ... and Kate was so patient!

Jenny kindly gave me some apricot chutney made from the fruit of her own tree, I'm looking forward to trying it with my favourite meatloaf recipe.

We returned to Melbourne, refreshed and enthusiastic - ready to explore more of Tasmania and realising anew how much beauty and kindness surrounds us.

Perth revisited

2008-07-09T16:24:00.010+10:00

Here is a little of our recent trip to Perth ...

Eating fish and chips as the sun sets over the Indian Ocean.

A walk under the old bridge at Mandurah ...

with poetry pasted to the pylons,

and an interesting view through the mesh of the bus shelter.

We're setting off for Launceston, Tasmania, on Friday!

Winter mornings

2008-07-07T12:06:00.008+10:00

As our long second term drew to a close, the mornings were dark and moonlit as I waved my darling off early each day, his cycle lights flashing and he rugged up against the cold.

Last week we began the mid-year holidays and the morning view from our cozy bed at the cottage was very different - but the countryside is obviously in winter dress with a watery sun struggling to shine through the scudding clouds.

We have just returned from visiting my Dad in Perth and winter there is very different to Melbourne. Blue skies and sunshine. We always comment that Perth must be such an attraction for the English who make new homes there - the stuff of dreams ... sunshine and coast all year round.

Other news ... little Rosy, our adopted newcomer, is off to visit the country vet's who cared for her after she was rescued from a dog attack. She has settled in very well - such an easy, affectionate creature. Even Jess, our 'senior' Jack Russell, has made friends with her and I often find them curled up together. Although she is a real mix, looking at her we now think she may have border terrier in her.

'The orchard' (our front yard) is having more trees planted. As I write my darling is putting in a Black Genoa fig and he has prepared a hole for another lemon. When we return from our time overseas we plan on fencing the area and getting some chooks ... I've missed them since we've lived in the city.

A stitching update ...

2008-06-17T09:53:00.004+10:00

My next class of 'Butterfly Garden' with Leanne Beasley is on this evening so here are some glimpses of my progress.

I'm up-to-date, actually a little ahead since we'll be going overseas for a few months.

I am enjoying it so much. I just have to a little better organized - to fit in more stitching time as I really need to be at least two months ahead!

P.S. You may think 'Butterfly Garden' is a misnomer ... where are the butterflies? I have decided to leave most of them off my quilt and focus on the flowers instead. We'll see how it turns out.

Autumnal days

2008-06-04T14:31:00.003+10:00

Although it is officially winter it really only seems as if Autumn has arrived with its cool, foggy days. Up at the cottage it always comes earlier than in the city and we do enjoy our warm drinks by the fire. This photo was hard to resist with the lovely curling steam rising from our mugs of lemon and ginger tea.

The colours are vibrant and we gathered up these fallen leaves for spreading on the garden and composting, spending time talking with the owners of the house this beautiful liquid amber stands outside of.

I do enjoy slowing down a little during winter - hibernation has a certain appeal.

Challenging ...

2008-05-20T09:11:00.006+10:00

Last month I was challenged by this . The range, quantity, quality and cost of the food varied so much as did the amount of processed food and packaging used.

I realised that although I try to use home-grown, buy healthy alternatives, avoid plastic bags and excess packaging, buy from growers at markets and support small businesses by refusing to shop at the two big supermarket chains, I really had little idea about the quantity and cost of what our family ate each month.

To find out I decided to photograph the food purchased over the following four weeks with a view to assembling a collage of the total, have a visual record of the packaging, know the total cost and ultimately shop for non-perishables monthly (as I used to do) and cut down on any excess.

My recording time is up and yesterday I totalled the cost. It gave me quite a shock and I'm whispering it here ... $811.00! Our family spoke about it last night over dinner - all underestimating the amount except our delightful son who really had no clue. My darling, although surprised, accepted it as we had made the following choices:-

* to support small businesses: fruit, vegetables, deli items, fish, meat etc. This translates to personal service, better quality, usually higher prices but at least I know what farm the meat comes from!

* to buy/consume organic or free range: once again the quality is higher, the food better for us and the animals/land have been cared for in a more responsible way.

* to avoid processed food: cooking itself is not only enjoyable, the eating of the meal is as well, and we have control over the ingredients. The end product is healthier and cheaper.

* eating wheat-free: once again better for our health. A delicious but a more expensive option.

Although we are on the right track, it is obvious there is room for improvement so I will now endeavour to:-

* shop for non-perishables once a month
* make and use net bags for the fruit and vegetables that need weighing to reduce plastic further.
* bake more fruit loaves myself - I'd started buying expensive but delicious wheat-free ones
* reduce the (necessary?) chocolate purchases
* be more aware of, even stick to, a limit. It is here I'll try and introduce that fearful word - or is it liberating? - 'budget'.

When all this is converted to a healthy, balanced diet which is tasty and nutritious, trying to involve responsible consumerism and costs $7.25 per adult per day, it sounds very positive. I'll see how we go implementing the changes ...

*** The above images are a selection from the recording period. They include home-grown, farmer's market purchases, and items bought at an Asian supermarket as well as our local independent grocery store. I included all packaging in the photos - I'd love to eliminate plastic altogether.

*** An update on Roger - he is making good progress and it looks as if he'll avoid a second operation, for which we are very thankful.

Dogs

2008-05-07T10:30:00.005+10:00

The focus of the last few weeks has been dogs, namely Roger who was the victim of a dog attack and Rosy who we have now adopted.

On our normal walk near the cottage a Great Dane/Pit bull looking cross left her property and attacked poor docile Roger and was then joined by a second dog. My darling bravely rescued our little Jack Russell as he was being mauled and tossed about - although I must admit I was concerned for my dear husband's own safety as I don't think he would have had much hope if the two aggressive dogs had turned on him instead.

We carried Roger home and set about to bathe his wounds examining the extent of his injuries and soon realized he needed expert attention. The vet later explained that as well as his deep lacerations, his skin had actually been torn from his body - right down to his elbows - and it was sitting on him like a saddle.

After surgery he was too ill to bring home so he remained at the 'country hospice' for a few days but is now doing quite well and we're hoping he will not have to undergo further surgery.

All the above are discrete images of convalescing Roger.

Now part two of the story ...

As I was settling Roger into his warm bed prior to surgery, I heard a "Ruff - hello" and next to him was another dog attack victim. This friendly little dog was a stray but had been rescued by a passer-by and was being cared for by the vet. As she was homeless her ultimate outlook was bleak which was a shame as she had such a lovely nature. I asked the vet to phone me if a home could not be found for her as I would not like her to be destroyed.

I received the call, so once again made the trip out to the country practice. Rosy was out in the larger run area and when the cage was opened she ran to me, sat at my feet, looked up as if to say, "right, I'm ready, let's go". She is of mixed breed, mainly scruffy terrier, gentle and loving and has settled in very well.

She doesn't like sitting still for her portrait so most photos of her are a bit of a blur.

Holiday happenings

2008-04-09T09:31:00.007+10:00

The holidays have ended and term 2 has started. I feel refreshed and with autumn here and such beautiful days it is actually quite hard to get back into the routine of school.

We enjoyed our Easter break and during the time attended two lovely weddings. Dear daughter and her prince were the Maid of Honour and Best Man for one couple so we looked after little Belle, trying to keep her Mum and Dad out of her line of sight during the service.

The postponed celebrations for my birthday from last year took place on the Tram Car Restaurant and a wonderful evening was enjoyed by all as we ate a delicious meal while travelling through the streets of the inner city, St. Kilda and Port Melbourne.

We spent quite a bit of time at the cottage and went on some wonderful walks through the countryside - including a night walk. We had to keep the dogs on leashes as we would have no hope if Jessie decided to go down a wombat hole in the dark. The second block of the quilt is almost finished and I so enjoyed sewing on my old hand-turned machine that I keep at the cottage especially as the view through the window is the one you see above, heading 'Ambling Along', currently attired in all its autumn finery ... lovely.

Many happenings

2008-03-18T10:24:00.005+11:00

Many days have passed since I last wrote and I must admit my postings may be fewer as I find I have terrible wrist pain when using the lap top (even after 5 minutes). I am looking into changing keyboard use and employing a mouse instead of the touch pad ... we'll see how it goes.

What has been happening? Plenty, here it is in brief.

Above is a photo I took with the sun setting on a spider's web at the cottage. My darling and I had a wonderful, relaxing break there over the long weekend.

I'm making great progress on the block of the month quilt. Here is the first block part-way through when lots of decision making occurs, and below, looking a bit washed out, it is completed and pinned to the back of a lounge chair. The class is tonight and I still haven't quite finished the journal entries which we also need to do.

My darling and I have been accepted to join a Habitat for Humanity, Global Village team building in southern Hungary. This will be during our long service leave (4th term) and we're very excited.

To reduce debt (we're feeling a little uncomfortable carrying a number of mortgages), we believed we should sell our two investment properties. The first sold within days of being advertised and the second less than a week later. We are very thank for God's guidance regarding these sales.

My Dad turned 80 during the week - what an achievement - and we happily celebrated dear daughter's birthday on the weekend - what a joy family is. Our boys are both courting lovely young ladies and are busy with their studies as well. We are a cheerful, thankful household. We feel very blessed.

A new project

2008-02-26T11:04:00.003+11:00

We spent the weekend at the cottage and what a lovely relaxing time.
The weather had cooled so much that we needed to light the fire and what else to do beside a fire but stitch while enjoying the beautiful view.

As it happened I had plenty to occupy the lazy hours as I have joined a 'block of the month' group - Leanne Beasley guiding us through her latest design.

Due to my love of the 1940's era, I couldn't resist this reproduction floral and have based all my other choices around it. Another essential for me is to use part of an old tablecloth/curtain(?) which I have incorporated into my last three quilts. As I have used it on other projects as well, there is only a small amount left so this may be the last to see its lovely texture.

I completed the first mini-block relatively quickly so it's one down and many more pleasurable hours to go.

Eating gelati

2008-02-19T11:41:00.003+11:00

Here is Belle's guide to eating gelati in three easy steps ...

Have a lovely day!

Camp

2008-02-12T14:19:00.000+11:00

Last week I joined a school camp so had an unexpected 'holiday' by the coast.

With a week of cooler weather, all the activities were held with only a touch of sunburn on the first day.

One afternoon we had a lovely walk along the beach. In the background you can see the hazy peaks of Wilson's Promontory.

Here the evening sun is just being caught on the beach ahead.

The girls were wonderful (as usual) but I still returned home a little weary.

Celebrations

2008-02-04T10:26:00.000+11:00

We are in the midst of the celebration season, with our delightful son's 21st followed by Belle's 1st and then we have our charming one's birthday then dear daughter's.

Belle's celebrations were last week and what a wonderful year it has been, what a blessing our children are and our children's children!

On another note ...
As many of you know we try to live a relatively simple existence, providing for our own needs as much as possible (especially food and transport) and lately we've been contemplating simplifying even more. Sara at 'Walk slowly, live wildly' has some extraordinary food for thought on this - comments too are very challenging.

Australia Day 2008

2008-01-26T14:51:00.000+11:00

The "First Fleet" arrived on this day in 1788 so there has been 220 years of white settlement here. My ancestors (some convicts) were early arrivals and I wonder how much of the country they would recognise today. Last night we attended a special ceremony at Daylesford where two friends became Australian citizens. I found it quite moving and a privilege to attend.

The event was more meaningful as the country area where these friends have settled, buying land and 'farming' is actually where my ancestors came during the gold rush. I have copies of the birth and marriage certificates of my great-grandmother, records of the deaths of a number of her siblings - how did my great-great-grandmother cope in such harsh conditions? Her husband was a sawyer rather than a miner so I guess his income was more reliable. When driving on along the country lane and passing the Glenlyon cemetery I wonder about the little graves dug so long ago.

A speaker referred to the 'journey' the new citizens were on. We are all on a journey and often I feel part of my journey is continuing that which was started in this 'new land' generations ago. I'm very thankful to be part of that continuum.

Greetings to you all on this wonderful day - Australia Day!

Time flies ...

2008-01-24T12:32:00.000+11:00

As the end of the holidays draw near thoughts return to our normal routine. The last seven weeks have been very restful and relaxing and it may be a little difficult to adjust to term time again.

My darling and I have been on several rides, the latest being to Collingwood - children's farm and St. Helier's. These photos were taken on our return through Richmond.

Our delightful son celebrated his 21st birthday last weekend and many friends gathered for this lovely occasion. We successfully (over)catered so have been eating left overs for the last few days. Little Belle celebrates her first birthday next week - how time flies.

The splint came off my finger on Tuesday (so I can type more efficiently now) and it is healing well for which I am very thankful.

There is so much in life to be grateful for.

Peaceful times

2008-01-08T11:58:00.000+11:00

The time after Christmas and into the New Year is always so quiet and relaxing and I guess it is even more so this year as I still have my finger in a splint following the surgery in November. Thankfully it is healing well and I can do most things, sometimes a little slower - like typing - but being on holidays is a great help.

Melbourne has been experiencing hot weather interspersed with cooler, refreshing days. If possible we spend the hot days at our cottage in the hills where the temperature is much lower. Last week we took our bikes and I bravely mounted my cycle after being off it since September (ankle injury). I was fitter than expected and my darling and I enjoyed a number of rides around the beautiful countryside.

One place we like to visit is an arboretum on the site of an old primary school. All that remains of former days is the cricket pitch and a toilet.

Opposite where the community hall used to be is a memorial to those of the district who fought in both world wars. It is a peaceful place.

The site is surrounded by farmland and currently the roadside plums are ripe and ready for picking. On one ride I loaded my pannier with the makings for another batch of jam.

The view from the cottage is as wonderful as always and I would love to capture an image of the myriad of stars in the clear night sky but maybe that would detract from its mystery and wonder.

Welcome to a New Year

2008-01-01T12:22:00.001+11:00

How lovely it is to look ahead with anticipation ... a whole brand new year!
I wonder what 2008 holds?

Will I notice and enjoy all its blessings and pleasures.
Will I be able to slow down just a little more and take joy in the simple day-to-day privileges of life?

Will I be able to emphasise the important - family, friendships, health and time - while disregarding the unnecessary?

How wonderful is the blessing of a new beginning ... a new morning, a new day, a new year!

Thank you God for the gift of life.

A HAPPY NEW YEAR ONE AND ALL.
MAY IT BE FILLED WITH JOY AND THANKFULNESS.

*These photos were taken at Queenscliff on Sunday where our boys are participating in a Theo's mission.

Hands

2007-11-26T08:29:00.000+11:00

It has been a delightful weekend with gorgeous weather, beautiful countryside and a celebration - our 29th wedding anniversary. We have been so blessed sharing all these wonderful years together.

As the end of November approaches, our surroundings seem to have come to life. This time of year is one of restlessness and anticipation for me as I look forward to Christmas and the long summer holidays but as I grow older I am more aware of the energy of spring and the excitement of nature. Each spring we have birds nesting and above is this year's nest at the back of our house behind the trellis of the grape vine (this is for Maryjaneyviolet - the motherbird wasn't present when I took the photo, but she has returned watched me carefully as I just hung the clothes on the line). I think the most imaginative nest was in my bicycle basket up in the rafters but we've also had one in the camelia outside the loungeroom window where we could easily view the progress of the little family. Another spring the Charming One was kept awake with the constant chirping from the nest in the branches shading his bungalow. The garden now looks fresh and green after recent rains and the paddocks around our cottage have been recently mown giving the countryside a patchwork appearance. All is inviting.

I have been very busy with two hands lately as I am due to have surgery this afternoon and my left hand will stitched and pinned for a number of weeks. The Christmas cakes are baked, the puddings done, the advent calendars at the ready - including a new one for Belle's first Christmas. I have made a little Christmas dress for her as well and have happily sat in the sunshine working on a (long overdue) cross-stich.

So now I am enjoying the morning, quietly collecting all that is necessary for my hospital stay and pondering a quieter, slower approach to Christmas this year. I am truly thankful that even though I will be 'one handed', I am surrounded by loving and willing hands, ever ready to help.

Water (or lack of it)

2007-11-15T16:59:00.000+11:00

The welcome break turned into a time of sickness and ill health for my darling. He, who rarely is unwell, suffered greatly and although initially I wasn't as sympathetic as I might have been, I soon realized he truly was enduring great pain and distress. All is well now and he even rode his bike to work today for the first time since being confined to the sick bed.

Our cottage is in the catchment area of a dam that is ear-marked to supply water to Melbourne in the future and with the dry seasons we have been experiencing, the city is under pressure. Even though many individuals are doing what they can, stronger measures need to be taken and recently we were informed that regulations are now in place to limit/reduce human habitation in the catchment. Consequently no more building is to take place, including extensions to existing dwellings and as there are only about 18 houses as well as local farms in the area I'm not really sure of the impact. Personally any plans we had for the cottage will no longer occur - it will stay as a 1920's cubby house - but does it mean our whole little hamlet will become a time capsule of the 20th century? Locals have differing opinions and I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

As you can see, the beauty bush (top) has been in flower, the blossoms are brief but stunning. The male and female kiwi fruit plants which were unhappily beside it, have now got much fruit forming after being transplanted in amongst the old boots and bottles. The cherry and pear also are laden, so hopefully we'll be enjoying much fruit this season. The area remains beautifully green and our tanks are full but high temperatures (38 degrees) are forecast for next week so it looks like a hot summer ahead.

A welcome break

2007-11-03T21:15:00.000+11:00

It’s the Victorian version of the half-term holiday and it has started off wonderfully well. It’s actually a long weekend for the running of a horse race – The Melbourne Cup.

This morning Little Belle and I had our first shopping expedition together and she loved it (as did I) and was so good. It was a very ordinary shopping list but we arrived early and had a leisurely stroll collecting the bits and pieces. She charmed all and sundry, had a 40 minute snooze and then “ate” her stewed fruit while I enjoyed an organic hot chocolate.

The plan for the afternoon was to visit an art exhibition in the city. I hadn’t been to this particular gallery before but found it easily, passed through the brightly lit front room and then through dark curtains into a dim inner space. I think I was a little disoriented but discovered the works displayed in a corner and found the experience quite moving. The dark room, the images - framed in old windows with the glass dull and sometimes cracked - were like glimpses of memories. It was like peering into some half-forgotten childhood dream and all the while beautiful music, which the artists had composed, played its haunting tune. I spent some time contemplating and absorbing the atmosphere before making my way to a small office to discover more.

I found the artists have published a book. The display copy was absolutely beautiful and I have loved any self published books I have bought previously, but as it turned out the last copies at the gallery had just been bought by two lovely ladies. (I am hopeful of purchasing my own through other avenues). For a treat, have a peep here for a little insight into the artists’ inspiring creativity.

Tomorrow we’re off to the cottage …

Bloom where you’re planted …

2007-10-21T20:57:00.000+10:00

It’s “Around the Bay in a Day” weekend and after a 4.30 a.m. start my darling spent the day (as he does each year) on his bike cycling the 240 kilometres with 14,000 others. He has experienced all types of weather and this year it was hot and windy – but he loved it and I am impressed, yet again.

While he was pedalling away, I spent some time reading by the Yarra River before going to church. The current sermon series is on 1 Corinthians and today was chapter 7, not an easy one to preach on I am sure.

I tend not to write about sermons, but the message today was basically bloom where you are planted.

One of the things I have had to address in recent years is the fact that we now live in the city and having lived most of my life in the country, city living is a little foreign. Fortunately over the (nearly 9) years I have been able to consider the positives – and there are many – and to be thankful.

I was so pleased to be reminded that whatever state we are in … married or single, rich or poor, living in the city or the country … we must live the best we can. God has a purpose for each of us and the least I can do is to bloom in the place He has chosen for me.

Blessed Be Your Name
In the land that is plentiful
Where Your streams of abundance flow
Blessed be Your name

Blessed Be Your name
When I'm found in the desert place
Though I walk through the wilderness
Blessed Be Your name

Every blessing You pour out
I'll turn back to praise
When the darkness closes in, Lord
Still I will say

Blessed be the name of the Lord
Blessed be Your name …

We closed by singing “Blessed Be Your Name” (by Matt Redman), I am truly blessed and hope that in all circumstances I will always be able to acknowledge this and bloom in great abundance.

Happy (hobbling) holidays

2007-10-04T20:01:00.000+10:00

It has been a quiet holiday as I've been on crutches most of the time but we've still been able to do a few things ...

... a couple of times away at the cottage - the countryside is lush and green, dams full, blossoms in abundance.

... trips to the city - our dear children had given my darling and I tickets to the Steely Dan concert and the Guggenheim exhibition. What treats these occasions were. I took this photo this afternoon at Federation Square - were these two having fun?

... and this little fellow was quite at home in the restaurant.

... before the accident I had taken over the kitchen bench one morning with my papercraft and later the dining room table with our taxes (but the returns are done - hooray!). Crafting has been limited to a little stitching, but I have done quite a bit of reading as I kept my foot elevated. My darling has put in a satsuma (blood) plum to cross pollinate with the santa rosa, also a mandarin and transplanted a cumquat. The orchard is coming along nicely.

... but even with a swollen foot it has been wonderful to spend lots of time with dear daughter and little Belle with plenty of smiles and cuddles. After seeing this photo I wonder if Belle will have the same coloured hair as me?

Absences

2007-09-26T14:42:00.000+10:00

What a week, what a month, what a term!

Currently it is school holidays and I have been a 'lady of leisure' for over a week now ... not by choice I might add. At the beginning of the final week of term 3 I went over on my ankle and did quite a bit of damage, consequently I still cannot walk although I can get around reasonably well on crutches. Hence a certain amount of reading, stitching, viewing and 'woe-is-me'ing has been occurring. One small problem (only one?) is my lap tap is still at school, holidaying in my locker. At least my darling is holidaying at home - good timing!

So instead of posting a lovely colourful shot of my leg, I decided to place this recent photo of Belle and Daisy at the park (thanks to dear daughter). It is a much more pleasant sight, even if little Belle is slightly perplexed as to why Daisy wants to steal the limelight.

I was saddened to read that Jewels will no longer be keeping her "Eyes of Wonder" site available to the public (which I competely understand - she wrote so movingly of her decision). I loved visiting her and gaining an insight into her lovely life with her precious family, it was like stepping into a wonderful storybook. I have learned a lot from her. I also used to visit Natalie at "Isabella in the 21st Century" - so refreshing and interesting. She would write about Isabella Beeton (among other things) and for our first wedding anniversary, many moons ago, my darling gave me a facsimilie of the first edition of Mrs. Beetons Book of Household Management. That same year I became the new owner of my grandmother's copy of Mrs Beeton's Cookery Book, so I have a bit of a soft spot for Mrs. Isabella Beeton. Keziah, "A woman who fears the Lord" also hasn't written for a number of months.

Weblogs are an interesting phenomena. I started this one to keep my own record of our wonderful life as a family, but I think it has tended to take on a bit of a life of its own. At first only family members knew ... but now I am aware others do read "ambling along" (which is lovely, thank you for visiting). Consequently I sometimes wonder if I should be writing for an audience rather than myself/our family, this then leads to a feeling of guilt if I haven't written for a while. I still try to keep it family focused but it is a little dilemma ...

So welcome one and all but if I am absent for a while, apologies, there is usually a good reason and I will be back.

Speedy September

2007-09-15T15:50:00.000+10:00

September is flying by with so much to do during the gorgeous weather.
Last weekend my darling and I took the opportunity of cycling into the city to enjoy a picnic at the botanical gardens. We went via church, which was a little disconcerting as after much effort uphill I tend to 'glow' and friends were concerned for my welfare!

The ride by the Yarra River is quite idyllic and many were out on the cycle path.
This is the scene from our little spot, surrounded by foliage and birdsong,

and I couldn't resist showing the welcoming(!) Lych Gate.

This weekend is again beautiful and I have been out and about. Today I painted the first coat of another 'found' object - this old high chair - it will suit Belle very well when she is visiting us for dinner each week.

I used bio-paint which I tinted to a light cream (it looks dazzling white in the sunlight). I am continuing to be conscious of 'celebrating a year of abundance' and to recycle resources as much as possible.

We've put in the first fruit tree of our 'orchard' (front yard) - a Santa Rosa plum - and plan to put in another 6 or 7 trees. Another passionfruit vine was planted and I expect three vines will now keep us well supplied. We have planted them two years apart to produce a constant supply of fruit.

My darling is on the annual cycling camp with school and will be back on Monday evening, both boys attended a lovely wedding this morning and are currently at the reception. Dear daughter and little Belle have just visited, and I must continue on my merry way...

Greetings to you all, and Jenny I hope you received my message about the shawl pins - I left it in your comments section a week or so ago.

Springtime

2007-09-02T19:25:00.000+10:00

Returning to the comfort of family, home and routine, the days are passing with the promise of spring. I’ve been feeling a bit like Mole in ‘Wind in the Willows’ as (with apologies to Kenneth Grahame),

“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around her (him), penetrating even her (his) … lowly little house with its spirit of … longing.”

Our little house has been filled with light and sunshine, greenery and blossoms can be viewed from every window, and a gentle breeze flows throughout. With a beautiful blue sky and birdsong beckoning it is difficult to resist the call of activity.

I took my camera to work on a day of sunshine and showers, the blossoms were still beautiful and a contrast to my May post of the autumn colour of the same scene.

My latest project is Rosie’s shawl. I have always loved wraps, scarves and shawls and couldn’t resist this one. I decided on earthy, natural colours and the wool gradually changes from one to another and a bonus was the jar of shawl pins on the counter of the shop – “my uncle makes them out of local wood” the kindly assistant told me as I purchased a dark one of a simple design. My darling later told me it is Victorian Ash.

The shawl is growing quickly and as it is a mix of mohair, wool and silk, should be wonderfully warm next winter. Dear daughter thinks I’ll look like Old Mother Hubbard when I wear it – but that’s O.K. with me.

An update on Belle – she is 7 months old now and cutting two bottom teeth.
She is an absolute delight.

August

2007-08-25T16:26:00.000+10:00

August is probably my favourite month. When we lived in England, it was the season of holidays, long summer evenings and plenty of picnics. Time to enjoy a slower pace of life. Here the weather can be wintry, even snowy and yet some days like today are beautiful with the promise of spring. The wattle blossom is out, camellias in bloom and it is my birthday month.

This year is extra special as I mark a milestone and plans had been made well in advance. A number of years ago when dear daughter was in the early stages of wedding preparations I came across a beautiful tiara. Now I had never worn one of these crowning glories and as a ‘child of the King’, I wondered if I could. Dear daughter’s suggestion was to buy it to wear on my 50th birthday. It was waiting …

As a bonus my birthday fell on a Sunday and a family-oriented day was planned. Presents had been arriving by post all week and were ready for opening …
I had enrolled at a craft class which was being conducted on the Saturday, the day before, where I was to make a book. What great timing! I chose “journey” as my theme – a reflective, grateful look at my life thus far (half a century!) and had collected photos and quotes, drawings and memories and was ready…

The “happy birthday” bunting was to be hung above the dining table for breakfast …

and afterwards we were to head for the hills and gather for a birthday lunch at Sassafras …

My dear family had booked the Colonial Tram Car Restaurant so we could celebrate by enjoying our evening meal whilst leisurely touring the streets of Melbourne …

And the birthday cake was baked …

What a beautiful birthday with my precious family awaited!

Then the call came. My father (who is rarely sick) had been taken to hospital, had deteriorated overnight and was in the critical care unit of a hospital in Perth. He was unconscious and no-one was sure of the outcome. Oxygen was being pushed into him after respiratory failure.
What to do? Would I be letting my family down after all their careful planning? Should I fly over immediately, or wait just one day (my birthday) and then go?

I went. My sister flew from Newcastle to Melbourne and we joined the Perth flight together that evening. One of my brothers drove three hours to Canberra, left his car at the airport carpark and for the first time in his life, boarded a plane and arrived in Perth not long before us. Before midnight we were met by our second cousin and went straight to the hospital –

Only one person at a time could see him but Dad was conscious, was so pleased we were there, and my birthday had begun.

After a few hours sleep, I woke up feeling quite excited and the day turned out to be most memorable. We spent much of the time at ICU and Dad continued to make progress. Soon two of us could see him together which was great. My sister, brother and I set off for the beach for fish and chips for lunch, then back to the hospital. Our cousin’s family kindly decided to have a baked dinner that evening to mark the special day – a day spent with family after all but just not what I’d anticipated.

Leaving Dad settled for the night, we arrived back at his place to get ready for dinner, only to be greeted by this:

The house had been broken into and the place searched. Things were everywhere and Dad’s poor little Jack Russell, Toby, was very distressed so I took him for a walk to calm him. As we don’t normally live there, or even visit often, we really didn’t know what had been taken except for my brother’s car keys. After calling the police, we had to wait for their arrival as well as a glazier to repair the smashed door. Time was passing, birthday time, so I donned my tiara while we waited and realized the birthday dinner would be a midnight feast.

All patiently waited until the police had been, the glazier returned with the repaired door and the house made secure again. All the scattered contents had to remain until forensics came the next day. With the birthday cake in hand and tiara still in place, we set off and the birthday dinner began.

I learned much through the experience. Dad doesn’t really have any attachment to material possessions; he leads a simple life and could pack his ‘treasures’ in a suitcase and close the door behind the rest if he had to, without a backward glance. It was several days later that we told him and it did not perturb him. Thankfully they didn’t hurt Toby and Dad doesn’t keep cash in the house (believing he would just be a target for thieves). They didn’t take anything that was special to him and they left his keys, so he doesn’t need to change locks (but it was a bit of a problem for my brother with his vehicle at Canberra Airport) but they did take two large tins of coins that Dad puts aside for missions.

It was wonderful to see Dad continue to improve and when we left a week later he had been moved to a general ward.

Flying back into Melbourne I reflected on the difficult week, glad Dad was better, but I was so pleased to be home. My sister stayed overnight with us so she could meet her little great-niece, Belle, then flew back to Newcastle and her own family.

As my own precious family had missed my birthday (12th), on Tuesday (21st) we celebrated a ‘Blessings Day’ together, complete with ‘Blessings’ bunting, a delicious meal and thoughtful presents. The Tram Car Restaurant meal is still to come …

It is all part of the journey of life!

"JOURNEY: Travel or passage from one place to another; hence, figuratively, a passage through life."

Term time

2007-08-04T08:03:00.000+10:00

These days I am being carried along by the term time tide, so apologies that my postings are few and far between. Nevertheless, life continues along merrily.

Little Belle is now six months old and growing apace. She has a sunny nature, heaps of curiosity and a strong attachment to her mum. We love seeing Dear Daughter, her Prince and little Belle so regularly and feel blessed in our close proximity to them.

Our boys are also into the swing of term time. Charming Son has deferred his uni studies this year and is currently working at a school while the Delightful one is still at uni. Both are away this weekend as leaders of a youth camp. Consequently my darling and I have a weekend together and surprisingly, due to other commitments, we are in the city.
*There is a chance of snow at the cottage so we may travel there later tonight.

Lately I have felt challenged about the use of plastic containers. I guess this is an extension of refusing plastic bags for purchases and not buying plastic wrap. Slowly I have been replacing our plastic storage containers with glass ones and as well as being a healthier option, they look wonderful on the shelves. I recently purchased six lovely french 'Le Parfait' jars for 99 cents each. They hold 500 mls (2 cups) so I have been using them to store leftovers in the fridge as well, the only drawback is the weight when I cycle to school with my lunch the next day - they are hefty!

The weather has been kind and the blossoms are beautiful. A family of kookaburras has taken up residence in the bushland nearby, venturing out during the day, and I love hearing their cheery, laughing call. One morning recently, they sounded so close and on investingating I discovered they were perched on next-door's chimney. My darling and I plan to take a quiet walk through the bush just on nightfall this evening to find out where they are roosting. Our little spot in the city does have many delights.

Snow

2007-07-25T15:41:00.000+10:00

As I’ve been cycling to work each day I decided not to bring my lap top home – I don’t need to haul the extra weight! So I wrote this last week, but didn’t post it until now …

With low temperatures and icy winds, winter is definitely here. Snow was forecast for our cottage last night and today and has been falling in higher areas all around the city. As in the past, my immediate reaction was “let’s go!”, but once again it was only I who was able to and this time I wanted to share the experience.

I love being at the cottage when it snows. The atmosphere is so different, other-worldly and the already beautiful landscape is transformed. Watching the flakes swirl and fall, densely and lightly, blanketing all in an unspoilt layer is wonderful and being cozy inside with the fire and candlelight only amplifies the wonder. My darling couldn’t come and he has never been able to enjoy these times, so consequently I felt uncomfortable with the thought of leaving him to miss out again.

Last week we spent a number of days there. Snow was already on the mountains opposite and the increased ski traffic was noticeable. Although the days were lovely, the nights were freezing but we slept well, snug in our little nest. My darling took the opportunity of transferring the kiwi fruit vines which weren’t too happy on the northern fence, to our southern boundary. This is where our land abuts the general store’s out-buildings, the back wall of one of the buildings being the barrier. These buildings are old by Australian standards as the store has supplied the community with their provisions for many years (and I recall reading it was the last one to be held up by a bushranger).

Once the new site for the kiwi fruit was chosen he started to dig and found the hole to be full of bottles and old leather lace-up boots and shoes. After a little research on ‘Clement’s tonic’, I found these items could be about 100 years old, but why boots and bottles? Did all other refuse get burned or rot? Was it from the shop or the family at our place?

We’ve put in a number of fruit trees over the years, as well as many other shrubs and bushes, without this sort of discovery. I know that before the days of garbage collections, families had a designated spot in their yards as a dumping place and maybe this was the place for our house (or the shop). I guess we’ll never know but I do hope the kiwi don’t mind living side-by-side with old bottles and boot leather – and under snow!

Platform 10

2007-07-11T11:04:00.001+10:00

Yesterday for my trip to Gippsland I decided to travel by public transport. This involved cycling to our suburban train station, boarding a train to Flinders Street Station in the city, then changing to V-line for the country leg.

It was a chilly, foggy morning and all was going to plan. I knew I had 8 minutes to change at Flinders Street but which platform? Arriving there I scanned the overhead monitors, no country trains were listed so I found a railway employee at the exit and inquired … after hesitating he answered “Platform 10”. I thanked him and quickly set off.

The concourse was bright and well-lit and the entrances to the platforms clearly numbered with monitors displaying destinations and times – 1… 2… 3…4… 5… 6… 7… 8… 9…. ? No platform 10. Was his information correct? With no-one else to ask I eventually found a little-old-nicely-sign-written “Platforms 10, 12 and, 13”, with an arrow pointing down some nostalgic looking stairs. With each step I descended into the darkness, I felt I was moving further back in time.

I walked out into the quiet dimness of platforms 12 and 13 disturbing some pigeons who fluttered upwards, not a soul around. Hmmm, not encouraging and a little eerie. Was I nearing Platform 9 ¾ I wondered? When had the last train pulled up at these platforms? 1962? 1963? I quickly returned upstairs to the 21st century. Where was platform 10?

Another sign told me I could get to platforms 10, 12 and 13 by a lift so I stepped inside, a little warily, but then couldn’t understand any of the symbols on the buttons and not wanting to get stuck either in the lift or in some other time zone, I left it.

Feeling a little surreal, I looked for help, some one to direct me to platform 10, and not finding anyone I decided to go beyond platform 9. I felt a little pressured for time by this stage but it was here I discovered an escalator descending to platform 10. I quickly ran down onto the open, airy platform running parallel to the Yarra River. Comfortingly, a few passengers were waiting and a little country sprinter train was pulled up so I hastened towards it ready to jump on, although still not sure whether Platform 10 was the right one for my train.

Suddenly, “Where are you going?” rang in my ears. The question came from a uniformed gentleman who must have thought it odd to see a nearly 50 year old grandmother running along (I can run quite easily though, due to my cycling!). He told me that I was on the right platform but that my train hadn’t arrived. I thanked him, still feeling part of a story book, and admired the scenery while I waited.

“Look Daddy, it’s smiling, it’s a happy train”, the little girl delightfully exclaimed as our train approached and smiling I happily boarded it. The friendly welcome, the warmth and relaxed atmosphere encompassed me as I continued my enjoyable journey through the pages of life.

Is there a platform 11? ...

More opal

2007-07-09T17:46:00.000+10:00

Here is my latest ‘opal’ adventure – it really is a time of discovery when you knit with this wool. It is a woolly cap knitted on 40cm circular needles so I just go around and around and there are no seams to stitch. I’m really impressed with the beautiful fair isle effect and am looking forward to wearing it in this chilly weather. (As planned, I lined the previous opal ‘stripe’ and made it into a pencil case ready for the new term next week).

Below are my (unblocked) crocheting efforts . . .

It is to be an afghan and I’m only using multiples of the three squares. So far I have made over 30 so I’m well on my way.

I’ll close with a photo of little Belle taken this afternoon, I think she is trying to imitate her Poppy whistling. She is 5 months old now, a gorgeous girl with a sweet nature and very active.

Holidays

2007-07-04T17:46:00.000+10:00

Holidays are here and instead of writing more often, I think I am writing less. They actually started with a head cold, so I had to sit quietly by the fire, sipping hot lemon and honey drinks, watching my favourite “1940’s House” series for the first few days.

During this time I knitted up a sample out of ‘Opal’ wool. I do like the colours but the stripes are too wide for what I’m envisaging. It was fun to do as it is a little unpredictable and I do like to find out what colour is next. It also feels lovely. I have been aiming for at least one new square per day for my crocheted granny rug – so far, so good.

On Monday my darling and I cycled into the city to see “A Crude Awakening” at the Nova Cinema. Interesting viewing. Climate change and global warming were not mentioned but it seems that the time of Peak Oil has passed and our society is very much based on oil, so what next? Solar seems to be the only viable option – I was pleased to hear that nuclear (which I am opposed to) would only be a stop-gap at best with the known reserves of uranium only lasting 30 years. I’ll be glad when we get our old car running on veggie oil, which is carbon neutral, in the meantime I guess we’ll continue to do what we can by cycling as much as possible.

The first hole for our planned orchard in the front yard has been dug and filled with compost, but our big project for the holidays is to finish the bathroom. Here is my darling in action as he removed the previous owners’ pink vinyl as well as the original 1950’s green checked lino tiles. I think our home must have been very trendy when it was built and we have decided to keep as much of the original features as possible including the pink suite and the black tiles. We will be putting down a black/cream checked floor. This project is being resumed from the Christmas holidays 18 months ago when a terrible accident with a circular saw occurred, but now that my darling’s thumb has been successfully reattached and his fingers stitched he is ready to resume ...

It’s off to the cottage tomorrow and with snow forecast it will be a little chilly, definitely winter, and very cozy.

Merry Midwinter

2007-06-25T08:41:00.000+10:00

This weekend we celebrated ‘Merry Midwinter’, an annual festive meal that our family has enjoyed since we returned from our five year sojourn in England. As winter progressed during our first year back, the children thought that Christmas really should be approaching and that a summer Christmas just wouldn’t feel right. Thus ‘Merry Midwinter’ began and has been celebrated ever since.

A few years ago I decided to make and hang some bunting at our meal but it just didn’t happen but finally, this year it did. I wanted a wintry feel – it certainly was cold outside – and I kept thinking of the following poem. I taught it to the children during our home-schooling days in the 1980’s and I write it from memory so it may not be entirely accurate …

Come here, little robin, and don’t be afraid,
I would not hurt even a feather.
Come here, little robin, and pick up some bread
To feed you this very cold weather.

The winter has come, but it will not last long,
And summer we soon shall be greeting,
Then remember dear robin to sing me a song
In return for the breakfast you’re eating.

With this running through my mind, I decided on blues (a colour I don’t use very often) and a bird theme and used some images from a bird book I had given my father when I was very young.

I didn’t purchase anything for the bunting – year of abundance – and upon searching for some left over tulle from when I made dear daughter’s wedding veil I discovered a fabric remnant from my childhood. Mum had it stored in her box of material and as a child I was always attracted to it, so when my sister and I sorted through her things when she went into the nursing home, I kept the piece. I was pleased to be able to use it.

This weekend was also the beginning of three weeks holiday – hooray! I love my work but I also enjoy the regular holidays, so a double celebration.

So from our cosy fireside to yours - Merry Midwinter to you all!

Shopping ...

2007-06-19T14:58:00.000+10:00

On the 8th March this year I decided that I would no longer shop at the two big grocery chains here in Melbourne. I can’t actually remember if there was a ‘final straw’ but I think it was rather a combination of things.

I often found supermarket shopping completely draining, it was if I walked those aisles on auto-pilot, I tended to go into an automated daze as I filled the trolley then queued at the check-out. I felt like a number, one of thousands going through the motions, and not an individual. Considering I spent precious time each week, time out of my life, buying groceries for my family, I wanted it to be more rewarding, pleasurable even.

The largest shopping mall in the southern hemisphere is in Melbourne and I was horrifed to find the two supermarkets there were both the same – where was choice? I was also alarmed at the number of small petrol stations closing as these two grocery chains entered the fuel market offering money-off vouchers (4 cents per litre – about 3% discount at the going rate). I wondered how many other small business were suffering or even closing because of these giants and so the big, but easy, decision was made and since then I have purchased elsewhere.

How freeing!
How pleasant to interact with the butcher, greengrocer, or baker. How lovely to be recognized as one of their customers, to chat about events great and small while being served, to be treated as a person, an individual. I love it.

Although it took a little while to discover the best sources, it now comes easily and as a consequence I believe the quality of our food has greatly improved. Each small business owner, from the Polish man at the delicatessen making sure I sample the produce before I buy, to the greengrocer who will happily carry my purchases to the car if necessary, takes pride in providing the best. They can tell me exactly where the food comes from and most provide locally grown, free-range or organic. It takes a little more forethought and preparation and I tend to shop more frequently, purchasing less at a time (often on my bike) but it is definitely worth it.

I don’t know if my little ‘stand’ has much impact on the commercial world but I can certainly recommend the benefits it can bring. Try it – it will put the spring back into your shopping step and healthier, tastier meals on your table!

St. Kilda

2007-06-13T07:31:00.000+10:00

Monday was a public holiday for the Queen’s birthday so my darling and I set off for St. Kilda. Over the weekend we had cycled everywhere but decided on public transport for our outing to the bay. Unfortunately track work was being done so it was a frustrating trip by bike to the station, then train, tram, bus and tram again before we arrived.

The day was bleak – good weather to be by the water – and there is always an array of delicious cakes to fortify!

Luna Park was busy and I hadn’t realised that the roller coaster, built in 1912, is the only one in the world that has a man standing on it to operate the brakes.

It was good to be out exploring but we took a different route home…

Winter sunset

2007-06-03T21:21:00.000+10:00

We have just returned from the clear air, huge vistas, chilly nights, restful atmosphere and quiet joy of the cottage. Last night's sunset from our back fence was, once again, just breath-taking.

As I looked to the left the peaceful cows, having just been milked, added to the glorious scene.
We are truly blessed.

Winter begins

2007-06-01T14:48:00.000+10:00

Although today is officially the first day of winter and there is a chill in the air, it is beautiful and sunny. So I have decided to post the ‘last of autumn’ images I have recently taken before the starkness of winter takes over.

Early morning at the cottage was delightful with a weak sun rising,

and the dew lay heavy on the roses.

Daisies are blossoming

and the fallen leaves are lying thick on the ground.

I often think of life passing in seasons and as my sister-in-law turns 50 today … HAPPY BIRTHDAY … is our generation now approaching our ‘autumn’ years? My niece is also celebrating – today is her 18th – maybe ‘summer’ is beginning for her. Last weekend we were at a lovely family gathering as an aunt and uncle celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary and a number of relatives enjoying the ‘winter’ years were present. Of course we have little Belle to remind us of ‘spring’ and the promise of new life.

How blessed we are to experience the changing seasons.

The ever-rolling stream

2007-05-24T13:56:00.000+10:00

It was three years ago today that my mother died. Since then, on this anniversary date, I have spent some time by water thinking and contemplating. Whatever the weather I love to go by the bay, but on this gorgeous autumn day I went to the Yarra River (above) for a while and then met dear daughter and little Belle for morning tea.

Even though some are no longer with us, memories linger and the generations continue. Life is precious.

"Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;"

Isaac Watts (from Psalm 90)

Autumn and the winds of change

2007-05-07T20:14:00.000+10:00

Autumn has definitely arrived and there is a certain chill in the air most evenings. Up at the cottage the season is more advanced and the colours are stunning. To ‘ring in the changes’ I have replaced the ‘ambling along’ spring view from our front verandah with the autumn one.

Melbourne too is full of russet colours and many streets are lined with deciduous trees which are now dropping their leaves. I took these images at work today as I love viewing the changing seasons in the grounds. As you can see it is a beautiful environment to spend each day and I now can’t imagine working anywhere else.

Speaking of changes, my darling thinks that sooner rather than later is the best time to move to the home of our 'autumn years'. Now that we are grandparents (and approaching the grand old age of fifty!) we need a Nanna’s House with facilities like public transport and shopping close by. Recently we discovered such a place nearby, “Rose Cottage”, and I must admit that I’m tending to agree with him as already the thought of all that a move entails is daunting, so I can imagine how I would feel in 15 or 20 years time. I think I would just put the whole idea into the ‘too hard basket’!

If we do decide to move I’ll just have to add one condition … chooks will be essential at Nanna and Pa’s house!

I would appreciate any of your thoughts on this issue.

Belle's baptism

2007-05-01T14:42:00.000+10:00

Lately life has continued on its beautiful, busy path with gorgeous (and sometimes even rainy) weather, time for pottering around with craft, a little cycling and socializing with family and friends.

Little Belle was baptized on Sunday and to mark this special occasion I assembled a little ‘treasure box’ for her. I was inspired by the lovely book boxes in the recent edition of Somerset Studio and as we were giving her a little gold bracelet engraved with her name, I thought a special box to hold it would be nice. The idea grew.

I painted and papered a plain box, hinges and a chain were added. Inside I placed a ‘framework’ for the smaller box. I then decided to add a verse my grandmother wrote for me when I was a girl. “A good name is rather to be had than great riches and a loving favour than silver or gold”. It is from Proverbs 22:1 and I put it inside the lid.

Then inspiration continued with the beautiful hope star here, so I added more ‘treasure’ with faith, hope and love. It was ready on Saturday so she could wear her bracelet on the day.

That Saturday night we all travelled to Bendigo for a nephew’s 21st birthday. Many relatives were there including all of my darling’s siblings – it is rare to have the five gathered together. We arrived back in Melbourne at about 1 a.m. for a few hours sleep before the apparently traditional “dressing of the baby”.

Little Belle was so good. After such a long journey and late night she was happily dressed in all her finery and passed around from person to person for many photos. She was good at church, only crying when the water was poured on her, and then slept through the delicious lunch – all five courses!

What a weekend but how privileged we are with our lovely family and what a joy that we can share in these wonderful celebrations.

In praise of clotheslines

2007-04-19T15:44:00.000+10:00

From my readings I have discovered that today is actually “National Hanging Out Day” in the United States. At first I thought it strange that encouragement is needed to use clotheslines (especially in these times of climate change) but then remembered our trip to the U.S.A. a few years ago. It was during July and the temperature most days was over 100°F, so it was with disbelief that we found our friends used electric dryers – basically due to the fact it was illegal to have a clothesline!

We have an old Hills Hoist and I enjoy hanging clothes on the line but my dream line is an old-fashioned one that would run parallel to the fence and be propped up in the middle. I love being out in the fresh air with the dogs playing around me and the sound of birdsong.

We have lived in various places over the years and I can clearly remember hanging nappies out during Canberra winters with the wind chill factor bringing the temperature to below freezing. I would wear woollen gloves covered by rubber gloves to protect my fingers. To contrast, during our time living near the Tropic of Capricorn in Queensland I would hang the washing out at night and take it in first thing in the morning. If I didn’t do this, the heat of the day and the strong rays of the sun would quickly bleach the garments.

Using clotheslines can also be quite social. At one time the dividing fences between our home and the neighbouring houses were very low so I could easily chat with my next door neighbour. We would speak of every day things as well as deep issues.

Life can continue on its merry way without a dryer and I would encourage anyone who doesn’t have a clothes line to get one. If it is forbidden in your area, have the rules changed, put one up in the garage or have a folding clothes horse that can be used in the garden. Our world is warming and having your washing dry in the fresh air has wonderful benefits all round!

Easter

2007-04-08T15:11:00.000+10:00

Christ the Lord is risen today,
Hallelujah!

New life

2007-04-05T07:49:00.000+10:00

At the back door in the early hours of the morning, I peered out into the moonlit night to investigate the bellowing. There was a cow at the fence but I decided not to go any further in fear of disturbing our dogs as they would need no encouragement to add to the commotion.

In the light of the new day the reason was clear. Two little new born calves lay damp on the grass and after a couple of attempts one struggled to her wobbly feet and made her way to the now calm mother. What a delight! There are so many unexpected joys in life.

Holidays

2007-04-03T07:46:00.000+10:00

Hooray for holidays! It’s a wonderful time of just ‘being’.

Being present in the moment, aware of what is happening - now.
Being able to do anything as the fancy takes, drop all and go.
Being available for others.
Being able to enjoy the surroundings and the passing of precious time.

The cottage and the fresh country air are now calling ...
so we’re off!

Memories

2007-03-27T10:44:00.000+10:00

Dear daughter and her prince celebrated their first wedding anniversary on Sunday and what a wonderful year it has been.

Time is an unfathomable thing. Remembering that happy day only one year before and realizing it now belongs to a foreign country 'The Past' makes one relish the present while still enjoying the memories. Often I find myself thinking “there is nowhere I would rather be than right here enjoying ……!” Yesterday it was the walk in the sunshine with dear daughter and little Belle; it was also hanging the clothes on the line in the fresh breeze; it was enjoying some delicious wedding cake kept especially for the anniversary; and it was sleepily snuggling under a cozy quilt with my darling. Life’s treasures!

P.S. Here I am in action preparing the wedding cake (it was fun with my sister and aunt lending a hand). Dear daughter asked me to bake a fruit cake for the top tier so it would keep and she wanted chocolate mud cakes for the bottom three - they were enjoyed at the time.

Catch up

2007-03-18T16:33:00.000+11:00

All creation seems to be celebrating as we experience the most gorgeous weather. Cooler temperatures, sunny days and even some rain. Autumn has arrived and it is wonderful. Fresh, crisp new days emerge filled with promise, especially up at the cottage as we look out from our front verandah (above) over the beautiful countryside.

We've also been celebrating and this is little Belle all dressed up for her Mum's birthday last week. She looked so sweet in her pretty dress and she charmed all the visiting friends and relatives. "Bella". (Her Mum is also looking lovely and doing very well but her Dad has been a little poorly lately).

With only two weeks until holidays, my darling is counting down the days as he is taking his hockey boys to New Zealand for a tour. A great time has been planned. I hope to potter around at home, just taking time for simple pleasures including a cot blanket I have started crocheting. It is an afghan which is based on granny squares and I will write about it with photos of my progress soon.

Back at the cottage

2007-03-12T19:54:00.000+11:00

While waiting for Belle’s birth we didn’t visit the cottage for several weeks so on our arrival we were greeted by a beautiful sea of yellow dandelions and news that both of our neighbours had killed a number of snakes. Now snakes are common in the area during the summer months and I am happy for them to roam in the countryside...
Although I love the wilder, overgrown look, the dandelions were quickly mown.

With an absence of rain the countryside had dried off. This tends to happen at the end of summer but it has been particularly dry this year. The rolling hills which are usually lush and green had browned off, certain plants were suffering, but the beautiful old roses were still in bloom.

Breathing the fresh air, taking in the space and viewing the setting sun was a joy.

The country

2007-03-05T16:31:00.000+11:00

Our little cottage is in a small hamlet of about 18 or 20 houses surrounded by dairy farms. The countryside of rolling green hills is usually lush and fertile and the sense of peace and space is palpable. We used to live in this beautiful area before moving to the city and missed it so much that we bought our little place so we could visit. In a strange way it also helped me settle into the city, just knowing the cottage was there, waiting, and on a whim we could easily arrive for lunch or a mid-week overnight stay. It freed me from feeling trapped in the city.

We are third from the end of the string of houses that straddle the road, and have farmland opposite and behind. The cottage is getting close to 100 years old now and was originally only three rooms: bedroom, lounge and kitchen, with a verandah front and back. Over the years the back verandah was enclosed to make two further bedrooms and a new back verandah built on. Later this verandah was also enclosed to make a bathroom and laundry, the sloping ceiling by this time being so low no further additions are possible.

It is like a little cubby house and we love it. It has its own character with rough-hewn floor boards, quirky doors, wood fire heating and tank water. We have a large backyard and our dogs joyfully express the sense of freedom we all feel as they run around in delight. We often eat out-of-doors – breakfasts on the front verandah to take advantage of the morning sun, picnic lunches in the backyard in the shade of the native oak, or long evening meals taking in the rays of the setting sun. On occasions when the summer nights have been warm and clear we have dragged our mattress outside to sleep under the starry skies. Perfect. (… to be continued)

'Belle'

2007-02-21T08:42:00.000+11:00

Here is a little peek at how sweet baby Belle is progressing. She is a gorgeous girl with a lovely nature and we all delight in her company. She is growing apace and is active and alert, sleeps all day and plays all night.

Being a social creature she wants others to share in her nocturnal activity.

Dear daughter experienced her own days of late nights and early mornings but they were just a passing teenage phase, and I guess a dim memory now, but she is adjusting well and is a marvellous mother - it's just little Belle's colic really isn't much fun.

"Collection"

2007-02-17T11:48:00.000+11:00

Now I’m not really a collector, an accumulator yes, but a collector?
I pondered this latest challenge for the “Cabinet of Natural Curiosities” wondering if I had a collection of anything. Stamps maybe? Coins? No, I didn’t have a traditional collection but it occurred to me that I have been gathering together my favourite childhood books. Some are my copies I have kept down through the years, others I have bought to replace those I had originally borrowed or those precious ones that been lost in time. My Collection!

Since collections are kept in an orderly manner, my page needed to reflect this. I thought of my favourite books – Peg’s Fairy Book, Milly-Molly-Mandy, The Boy Next Door and Jack and Jill magazines – and chose illustrations and signatures from some of these. Except for Walter Hottle Bottle, the copies on my page are from my own childhood books, including my artistic colouring in of “the Nice White Cottage with the Thatched Roof …”

During this process a special memory returned.
As a child I lived in the country where the nearest town was 16 miles away along a dirt road. Only a few hundred people lived there and it didn’t have a library but fortunately the school had a small room (a large cupboard really when I think of it) which was ‘The School Library’. As an avid reader, I loved this place and spent every spare minute there, when I wasn’t playing hop-scotch or jacks.

Often I would holiday with my grandmother who lived in Sydney and knowing my love of books, she always let me delve into her huge old trunk which was full of her own, and her five children’s favourites. (I have since searched for some of these titles – to no avail). Best of all though, when it was my birthday Nanna would ask me if I would like a book and if so, which one?

In the centre of Sydney was an old, old bookshop which in my child’s mind stocked every book ever printed. It was a magical place. So Nanna would ask, I would reply, she would catch the bus, then the ferry into the city centre and purchase my gift and over the years every title I had dreamed of arrived in the mail.

I had to incorporate this precious memory as part of my page, so have it as my cabinet piece. I copied her inscription from “Anne of Ingleside” by L.M. Montgomery, labelled it 'memories', and happily include it with a full and thankful heart.
How wonderful life is.

Busy, busy

2007-02-15T07:04:00.000+11:00

Now that term 1 is underway I sometimes feel I am being swept along by the timetable tide. Instead of having complete days available to fill, or not fill, as the fancy takes me, I am committed at particular times most days of the week. Now this is not necessarily a bad thing as often I am much more productive if a ‘framework’ is already in place and I slot in other activities, but the downside is I can become so busy I am not fully aware of life as it rushes by. This is what concerns me most. I thoroughly enjoy my life and I don’t want it to pass by without my complete attention. I want to be fully aware of the moment.

This week has been full of family and friends and I have loved every minute. Overnight stays, shared meals, quick visits. I want all these wonderful activities to pass at a slower pace – but maybe instead of a change of pace, I need a change of attitude … one of thankfulness!

Rather than being full of dismay that it all passes so quickly, I need to look at it all with a heart of gratitude, appreciative of every precious moment – no matter how fleeting!

Thou has given me so much...
Give me one thing more, a grateful heart.
George Herbert

"Inspiration"

2007-02-10T11:31:00.000+11:00

I find inspiration strikes unexpectedly. I can be involved in reading a passage, looking at fabric, visiting a friend ... and suddenly I am inspired! It is almost like being "surprised by joy" (C.S. Lewis), then I become focused and passionate about pursuing this sudden inspiration.

When preparing my 'inspiration' page I kept imagining being in a hedge maze and coming across unexpected inspiration 'en route'. I included some of the things that inspire me along the path but being in a maze means that I really don't know what I will find, when it will happen or where the inspiration will take me. As my attention can be solely directed on my inspired project and I admit before having a family I could forgo all other activity, including eating, for hours on end. I put 'passion' as my cabinet piece with a picture of pins in a pincushion as I love stitching.

I found this page to be a fun challenge, and each of these prompts has made me think. I am also appreciating the creativity involved and how my book is coming together. A couple of friends (in Melbourne) have said they would love to see the actual book and that is exactly how I feel when I view the other participants pages. Wouldn't it be great if we could all get together one evening for "show and tell"!

An abundance of yoghurt

2007-02-08T16:43:00.000+11:00

Life is returning to some sort of routine after the excitement of the last week or so. Dear daughter and her prince are adjusting to life with a little one who loves to sleep all day and party all night!

Term 1 is underway so that always keeps us in a routine. Teaching is very rewarding, and my darling and I both enjoy our 'work'. Being part-time, I try to keep a balance in life, not only for me but for our family.

The weather is stunning at the moment - mild and sunny, and we have some frangipani blossoms in the garden (as you can see above). We planted a cutting in September and so, far so good. The winter months will be the testing time though.

Something else I have been doing of late is making yoghurt. Our household consumes copious quantities of this health food - with fruit and muesli at breakfast, with desserts at night and for snacks during the day. I use it in baking instead of milk, we eat it to settle a tummy and add it to fruit smoothies. We were eating a bio-dynamic variety but recently our doctor told my darling he had to have 'unhomogenised' yoghurt (don't ask me why, obviously it is better for you for some reason). Now yoghurt of this type is very hard to come by and I actually haven't noticed it for sale so I decided to make my own.

After investigating commercial yoghurt makers and keeping in mind 'celebrating a year of abundance', I had a brainwave - why not try our crock pot (slow cooker) and use my abundance of fruit bottling jars? The photo above shows some early attempts which were a little like 'curds and whey', but still delicious, I have refined the process now to produce a delicate, natural, yummy, set yoghurt which we far prefer to commercial varieties. Here's how:

Heat 2 litres of unhomogenised, organic or bio-dynamic whole milk until bubbles start to appear. Turn off heat and leave for 45 minutes.
Mix in 5 tablespoons of natural yoghurt and pour into jars. Seal.
Place in crockpot which is about half full of lukewarm water. Put lid on.
Turn onto LOW and leave until it reaches about 40 degrees (feels warm/hot and takes about 45 minutes).
Turn off and cover the crockpot with a folded towel to keep the heat in.
The yoghurt takes about 5 hours in total in the crockpot - remove and refrigerate.

Easy and delicious!

"Wonder"

2007-02-05T20:13:00.000+11:00

This past week's challenge was to 'scrapjack' or copy someone else's style. I chose a design that was quite mono-chromatic blue/grey with a contrast of red, colours I tend not to use. As it turned out my finished design is only vaguely similar to it but the idea was to 'make it my own'.

The theme was "wonder" and as it has been a week full of wonder ... the wonder and absolute miracle of birth, I had to incorporate something of this into my page so put in the cabinet piece, labelled "life", at the top left.

Day-to-day, the starry heavens always fill me with a sense of wonder and I can imagine previous generations also standing in awe at such a spectacle. Down through the centuries, the night sky is one of unchanged vistas that I'm sure has filled all those who gaze at it with wonder.

I placed a photo of myself as a child on the page to show that a sense of wonder can last a lifetime and chose the quote with not only myself, but the new babe in mind so changed the gender, it says:

"If a child is to keep alive her inborn sense of wonder, she needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with her the joy, excitement and mystery of the world we live in".

Once again, I enjoyed this prompt. It was pushing me out of the familiar, but isn't it interesting that even when you are to imitate someone else's style, your own always seems to step in? As it was getting dark, I had to use a flash so there is a bit of reflection on the page, but you can get an idea of how it looks. I knew I wouldn't get it finished in time (sorry) so was pleased to find the challenges are now once a week - more time for cuddles!

Thanks for all your lovely comments and notes of congratulations. It is such a special time.

A quick note

2007-02-01T22:06:00.000+11:00

Over the last two days I have been a little 'distracted' by the special company of a sweet baby girl - she and her Mum and Dad are doing well.

I haven't forgotten my Cabinet, and I know what I want to do, it is just, well, doing it when I'd rather be gazing at this delightful child!

After 6 or 7 weeks of holiday this is my first week back to work so I'm a little out of routine (to say the least) but the weekend is coming up and maybe I'll catch up then ...

Regarding Celebrating a Year of Abundance ... Our cup runneth over with love, joy, thankfulness and gratitude!

Sweet baby girl

2007-01-31T07:39:00.000+11:00

Dear daughter and her prince celebrated the birth of their precious baby girl last night (30th January). She is gorgeous, cuddly and contented. She weighs 8 lbs 9 oz and has beautiful dark hair and the sweetest demeanor.

Three generations of firstborns are in the above photo, Sweet baby girl, Dear daughter and myself. I had the privilege of being present during the birth - a very special time. Children truly are a gift from the Lord and my darling and I are now experiencing the joy of the blessing of Psalm 128:6

"May you see your children's children!"

"Dreams"

2007-01-27T15:06:00.000+11:00

Firstly, I would like to say a big 'thank you' to all those who have been so encouraging and left such wonderful, supportive comments. Since being involved with a challenge like this is new to me, I really appreciate your kind words. Merci beaucoup!

This is number 3 in the "Cabinet of Natural Curiosities" challenge and we were asked us to recall the dreams (as in goals) we had as children, then to focus on a dream we have now.

Initially all I could think of were the many dreams I had that have been so wonderfully fulfilled including ... being blessed with a happy marriage and lovely children, living in England, becoming a teacher and having a little country cottage. I decided to include these on my page (the bunting) but to focus on my desire to one day have a beautiful garden including an orchard. With my hopes and dreams over the years I have been very aware of

"Seek your happiness in the Lord and He will give you the desires of your heart". Psalm 37:4.

Recently I had been thinking about those who tend the earth and plant for future generations to enjoy. It is such a self-less act and I came across the Greek Proverb:

"A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in."

which fits in so well with my ponderings.

I enjoyed this prompt and the focus it gave me and although the image is not the best, as in reality the colours are more vibrant, it gives the general idea of how my page turned out. I'm now looking forward to number 4 ...

Australia Day

2007-01-26T22:19:00.000+11:00

Absolutely gorgeous weather to celebrate Australia Day. Many were out walking and I took this photo of the blossom of an eucalyptus ficifolia or gum tree this morning while we were strolling. Families were picnicking and we spread our feast out, delighting in the fresh air and sunshine. Below is my ant's-eye view from the picnic rug after lunch.

Friends gathered together at bar-b-ques, including our boys who are now down at the beach enjoying fish and chips.

All was wonderful and relaxed and I'm glad my ancestors made that long sea voyage all those years ago - even though some didn't have a choice! Being surrounded by such beauty, freedom and space, I think they too would have been thankful to be here.

"Curiosity"

2007-01-23T14:25:00.000+11:00

The second page for the Cabinet of Natural Curiosities is Curiosity. After reading the challenge I quickly started envisaging my page but later realized that the creative process, carefully explained with the prompt, was part of it. Oh dear, a little out of my comfort zone! I wanted to try the process as it looked so inspiring but ... with my book?

I decided to make a start by drawing each method out at random and taping them in order on a piece of card:

SCRATCH - MAGAZINE - PATTERN - PENCIL - SMUDGE - SAND - PHOTOGRAPH - DRAW - STAMP - SURPRISE - 3-D - TEXT - INK - WIPE - WRITE - PAPER - PAINT

It wasn't the order I would have liked but beginning by scratching should be easy! Each stage was surprisingly quick and although it was a little unsettling not having any idea how the finished page would look, I did enjoy it.

I used SURPRISE for my 'cabinet' and finished most of the page yesterday evening. I was not looking forward to PAINT as it was the last and I couldn't imagine my whole page covered in paint. I thought of doing a transparent watercolour wash but I had used ink for curiosity and it would run. To avoid that I ended up rag-rolling the paint on and it was a little unnerving as there is no trial run!

You can probably tell I was a little apprehensive doing all this but after going to get the groceries and returning to look at it again with a fresh eye, I quite like my page and I'm pleased I stepped out of my familiar ways.

The preparation of this page was really interesting in other ways too. Firstly it occurred to me that the items I had chosen were all things I was curious about. Actually this was not intentional as I was more concerned with the process rather than the theme. I love gypsy caravans with my favourite being one I saw in Devon with its beautiful polished wood interior with brass knobs and lace curtains; lace interests me and years ago I took a course in lacemaking. I have since found out that my forebears were Nottingham lacemakers; the book plate - what a wonderful resource books are for the curious - and the cat fits in well with the old saying!

The other thing I noticed was the number of times I asked myself "I wonder what would happen if ...?" Curiosity in action!

Sweet rainy days

2007-01-22T09:37:00.000+11:00

The sweet sound of raindrops has greeted our waking moments for several days now. I can't remember the last time this happened but it is wonderful and the plants are smiling! We went for a lovely, damp walk this morning and it was so refreshing and I even have a jumper on as I type ... beautiful, cooler temperatures.

Recent days have also been social days with relatives and friends. A cousin and her family from Perth arrived on Wednesday and we enjoyed having them stay. It was so relaxed and easy and it reminded me of when we were children and our families would stay in each others homes making use of all available space (I clearly remember having to 'top and tail' in a bed).

Yesterday we went into the city and met up with old friends who were visiting from the south coast of NSW. We ate a picnic by the Yarra River, the rain ceasing during our lunch. With only a week of holidays left I am going to miss the ease and freedom of using our time as we wish.

Dear daughter is looking wonderful as she awaits the birth. She is a little impatient, understandably, but has only just over a week until her due date. I am growing more and more excited as the day approaches and half-expect a call any time now. Life is a joy.

"Explore"

2007-01-21T17:34:00.000+11:00

Hooray, I've completed the first page of my Cabinet of Natural Curiosities and had such fun doing it ... but first of all I prepared the book.

I chose an old diary, removed most of the pages and covered it in fabric. I had been thinking about the challenge title and the strongest images I had were of my grandmother taking me to the Sydney Museum when I was a child. The cabinets were old, dusty and full of intriguing exhibits so I decided on a faded appearance to my book with a 'cabinet' on the cover displaying labeled items. (I placed a piece of acetate as the 'protective glass', so some images are not as clear.)

The first theme is "explore" and as a prompt the poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost was included. This made me think about life as a journey, choices we make, what I want to explore and how wonderful yet scary exploration can seem. I thought of myself as a child taking paths through a dense forest and what I might encounter. I imagined the encounters as tall flowers, delightful and harmless but a little frightening to a small girl. On my page I placed a photo of myself (with less flowers than I originally envisaged), part of a map representing unexplored territory and a verse to show the Bible as a guide book for the journey.

I didn't want my pages to be dusty and faded, but I did want to include an 'exhibit' for each theme as if it was on display in my cabinet.

It was thoroughly enjoyable with constant inspiration and ideas - I could probably do a book just on 'explore'.

A creative life

2007-01-19T07:43:00.000+11:00

It’s been all fun and activity here for the past few days as we have visitors staying and with every space of our little house abuzz it is difficult to find a place let alone a time to write. The spare room is filled and the overflow is sleeping on mattresses on the lounge room floor. We’re having a great time and it all adds to that wonderful, relaxed, holiday feeling.

After a late night, everyone is still asleep so I’m taking the opportunity to catch up - I didn’t realize we had so many creaking floor boards until I just crept out to get my laptop – as I want to write about creativity.

For as long as I can remember I have always crafted and this is the earliest example I have of my stitching. I was four when I carefully sewed three felt flowers onto a piece of hessian. Mum did the stem stitch and made them into a pot holder and an apron which were never used – I think only blacksmiths or saddlers would use aprons made of hessian! I love having them though. All my life I have continued to stitch and an instant de-stressor for me is having a needle in my hand and a project at the ready.

Another early love was coloured pencils, in particular my small tin of Cumberland Lakeland pencils. They were only the little-half length pencils which I don’t think are available now, but I loved them and was especially enthralled by the picture on the tin – it was so beautiful! My four-year-old self couldn’t imagine that such a place really existed and I wanted to find that lovely land where the pencils were made (many years later I did make the pilgrimage to the Cumberland Pencil Company in Lakes District of England).

Over the years I have learned new crafting skills, been exposed to other media, had times of intense creativity and other times of just following the pattern. Recently I have been ‘just following the pattern’ but would like to use a little more imagination, so after a lot of thought and knowing what a myriad of other things are going on in life at the moment, I have signed up for a creative challenge. Now challenges are not new to me, but on-line ones are and I really don’t know what to expect. I have also added an extra clause … in this year of celebrating the wonderful abundance in my life I am not purchasing any items for this project; I am sticking with the ‘make do and mend’ motto.

Initially I thought that perhaps I should establish a separate site to tell of my crafting journey, but as it is part of my nature, of who I am, I realised it is appropriate to include it all here. So although the challenge is unknown at this stage, I hope you’ll enjoy discovering with me what will be in my Cabinet of Natural Curiosities.

Contented times

2007-01-16T11:11:00.000+11:00

Well I'm feeling a little 'plummed out' at the moment. I've had a successful blitz on our bounty and have a year's supply of jam and bottled plums in the cupboard, as well as delicious Worcestershire sauce to last much longer. I had to process the plums quickly as once again the temperatures are soaring and I don't like cooking in the heat (the fruit doesn't keep well either).

Dear daughter's baby is due in two weeks and she is starting to feel a little impatient. It is a very exciting time as this baby is a 'first' for many. The first child, first grandchild, first great-grandchild. Our boys will be uncles for the first time, there will be new great-aunts and great-uncles as well as great-great aunts. Dear daughter married into a family with an Italian heritage and a large extended family. So cousins are waiting and Nonna and Nonno are already experienced grandparents.

My darling and I are very much looking forward to this new stage in our lives. We had our own children while we were young, hoping we would be healthy and well to enjoy life's continued joys when our children were grown. Planning all of this in our youth, we didn't take into account how attached we would be to our lovely adult children, so the plans for lengthy travel and long-distance adventures are not as appealing as they once were. This is not to say I do not enjoy exploring this beautiful world - walking the Thames Path this past English summer is one of the most special things I have ever done - it is just that I am equally contented to stay close by and with a precious grandchild soon to be around who would want to venture far?

"Godliness with contentment is great gain."

1 Timothy 6:6

Bountiful abundance

2007-01-14T18:07:00.000+11:00

After four very enjoyable days away we have returned to our city home and with us a bountiful supply of plums. Along the roadsides near our cottage, hundreds of self-sown plum trees, their laden boughs drooping, are feeding the birds as well as dropping their fruit all over verges. The above picture shows where we pulled up to pick some (you can probably see the cows in the background - and notice how the paddocks are drying off).

Every tree seems to be different. I guess the bees have been cross-pollinating over the years to produce these non-commercial delights.

First of all I stewed some to have cold with yoghurt, then I bottled the rest so we can enjoy them throughout the year.

This afternoon on our return journey we picked some more which I will once again stew and bottle as well as making into the most delicious jam. I also want to try Jenny's recipe as our family regularly uses Worcestershire Sauce but I've never thought of making it before.

I love standing in the sunshine with a gentle breeze blowing, breathing in the fresh, country air while picking the warm fruit with its gentle bloom. One of my favourite movies is The Gleaners and I and I often think of myself as a gleaner when making good use of this plentiful supply of fresh fruit.

Let us continue to consciously celebrate this year of abundance ... the roadside apples should be ready in a month or so!

Summer days

2007-01-10T16:21:00.000+11:00

The dips are ready, salads are made, meat is in the esky, chocolate mousses are done, fruit platter still needs to be prepared, drinks are cooling ...

A bar-b-que with friends tonight, craft with fellow-stitchers tomorrow and a few days at the cottage...

The long, (hot, smoky), relaxing days of summer continue.

"Sweet are the thoughts that savour of content:
The quiet mind is richer than a crown."

Robert Greene

Holidays

2007-01-08T14:31:00.000+11:00

We're having a respite from the hot weather - hooray - it is so nice to be able to sleep under a quilt again, even if we also have the mosquito net over us to keep out the mossies. I love a little cool, freshness in the air.

I really feel in holiday mode now. It is the quiet time of year when one can head off, on a whim, to some wonderful destination. Our delightful son has just left for a couple of days at a beach-house with friends, the charming one set off about an hour ago for a few days with mates at Echuca on the Murray River and dear daughter and her prince are coming around this evening for a bar-b-que. It is all so relaxed and easy.

It is a time for pottering, and yes I am making progress with my celebrating. To start I have I have sorted through the abundance in my pantry cupboard and kitchen drawers. Above is a picture of the abundance of blooms on our hydrangea - some blossoms now grace our mantlepiece which I will leave to dry so they will keep through the winter.

More time for browsing through the blog-world is another bonus for this time of year. Even though I visit and do not often leave comments, I do receive great encouragement from reading others' happenings. As yet I haven't mastered placing a list of sites I regularly visit but I may be one of your many silent visitors, your writings are inspiring. Thankyou.

A few days away

2007-01-06T21:52:00.000+11:00

We've been at the cottage for a few days resting, reading, walking and painting the outside. It's not the "little white cottage with the thatched roof where Milly-Molly-Mandy lives" but a little white cottage with a green tin roof ... I've been painting the green trim around windows etc., while my darling paints the white walls - we work well as a team!

Temperatures have been in the mid 30's and although it is not as smoky as it was, fires are still burning and depending on where the wind is blowing from, smoke is in the air. It particularly effects the sunset and the moonrise with spectacular deep colours spreading across the sky.

The above photo was taken from our back fence at sunset on Thursday, the colours were just stunning. The moon was a golden orb rising above the mountains at the front of the cottage a few hours later.

I've been doing a little more thinking about the year of abundance I've joined in celebrating. I have always been fascinated by the 1940's, especially the home front in Britain during these years. Can you imagine a whole country being encouraged to carefully use all they have? I was reminded of this on Thursday as I called into the butcher a few miles from the cottage. I always try and buy my meat here as it is free-range and it is important to me that the creatures have had happy lives (I may write further on this another time). On one occasion I was even told the name of the pig, the paddock she lived in and the food she was given. The history of the breeding pig whose bacon I bought on Thursday was similarly described but I digress ...
The only pork sausages available were actually pork and ham. I'd never seen these before but realised that post-Christmas the left-over ham was being used in the sausages, this little butchery as well as caring for its animals also follows the waste not, want not ethos.

Many thanks for the suggestions left in the 'comments' section. I do appreciate them and I will certainly try your ideas. I'll let you know how I go.

Celebrating a Year of Abundance

2007-01-03T13:14:00.000+11:00

Recently I read of this exciting proposal and similar views to my own were being expressed. I have been blessed with so much and I would like to be more responsible and consciously aware of how I use things. So for the first time I am venturing into the web community and joining a cohort who aim to make 2007 a Year of Abundance.
*This is also the first time I've tried to add a link so I hope it works!

After using the word 'cohort' I thought I should check the definition and found it is a "company of companions or supporters" - how appropriate.

Already these holidays I have been trying to USE what I have more productively and the old "make do and mend" motto of the war years is a good one. I am also trying to NOT USE things.

So to start The Celebration here is my first USE success...

This is a 'found' object and after scraping off the blue, green and yellow paint the beautiful coachwood timber was exposed. I decided to oil the top and the drawer knob and re-paint the rest using left-overs. After searching, I discovered the remains of what we had used to paint dear daughter's bedroom ten years ago. It was perfect.

I lined the drawer with some paper I had bought using a gift voucher, gluing it in place and then using some watered-down PVA to seal it. I finished this yesterday and the all-up cost was only effort and pleasure.

At the beginning of the holidays I had made the decision of NOT USING the car for anything other than long distance trips. So I have been walking or cycling for any shopping and using public transport when travelling further afield. The car is used to go to the cottage. There is an abundance of advantages in this ...
* Exercise
* Serenity (I don't have to battle the traffic and can greet people)
* Increased strength and muscle quality (carrying the groceries!)
* More aware of my surroundings
* Kinder on the environment
* Minimal cost, if any.

So a good start but I do have one question though ... keeping things in case they come in handy (eg. the paint) leads to clutter, the need for storage etc. How does one maintain a happy balance, deciding what to keep or pass on? This year I would like to also focus on an Abundance of Simplicity and to decrease the number of possessions we own ... it's a challenge!

All the best to my fellow Celebrators.

Old Year's Night

2007-01-01T11:17:00.000+11:00

Years ago I met an elderly lady who referred to 'New Year's Eve' as 'Old Year's Night'. I had never heard the expression before but now have been pondering it as, for the first time, I felt yesterday was 'Old Year's Night'.

2006 has been a most wonderful year which started and then continued with thankfulness. My darling's thumb (and fingers) had been saved. His circular saw accident put much into perspective and the extra, unessential and unimportant aspects of life fell away. We then had many family and friends gathering and celebrating as THE WEDDING approached. What a joyful day! It was only a month or so later that dear daughter and her prince found they are to be parents. Joy of joys! Soon after, a dream was fulfilled as beautiful summer days were spent walking in the English countryside by the River Thames while sleeping on the ancient river at night. The blessings continued as the delightful one and his brother became involved with Student LIFE at their university campuses (my darling and I met at a SL conference) and our charming son spoke at a special service when he was confirmed. Throughout the whole year I have felt immersed in love. Often I have acknowledged that right here and now I am experiencing happiness, it is not some recalled emotion that I can recognise with hindsight but a real and present joy.

So 'Old Year's Night' ... did I want to enjoy 2006 just that little bit longer and wait for 'New Year's Day' to arrive before greeting 2007? Hurrying 2006 along didn't make sense when there is so much to savour. 'Old Year's Night'.

I do look forward to the future. This year my darling and I will celebrate 30 years of shared love and our children bring much joy and gladness into our lives and to watch them grow is very special. In a few weeks our first grandchild is due to be born - how wonderfully precious. We have the delight of the open countryside where our cottage is nestled and enjoy good health. I think what is at the core is I am learning to enjoy the present and not wanting to rush to the next wonderful experience as I used to.

We spent the last evening of 2006 with relatives in an old goldmining area of Victoria. We picnicked on a hillside with spectacular views over the surrounding countryside, enjoying the company while watching the changing colours of the clouds and paddocks as the sun set. Sadly, I did not have my camera but often such occasions cannot be captured by a lens so I will close by including a photo of the moon just prior to midnight as I said a last farewell to the old year.

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"I trust in thee, O Lord,... My times are in thy hand... O how abundant is thy goodness ..." Psalm 31:14,15,19

HAPPY NEW YEAR! MAY 2007 BE FILLED WITH MUCH JOY, BLESSINGS AND THANKFULNESS FOR YOU ALL.

Peaceful post-Christmas

2006-12-30T09:34:00.000+11:00

It is always such a contrast - the hectic whirly-burly of frantic activity leading up to Christmas and then the quiet, peaceful calm post-celebration. Admittedly I shy away from the 'sales' where I understand frenzy reigns, so tend to find the city streets almost deserted. Last Christmas holidays the weeks were spent peacefully driving along the empty roads to and from Cabrini Hospital where my darling was a patient (his thumb reattached by a plastic surgeon after his circular saw accident, but his continuing fight against infection needing constant medical care). This year we are again in Melbourne, thankfully injury free, and spending our days quietly 'pottering'.

One of our regular walks is through the lovely bushland, wetlands reserve which runs along the creek close to our home. The cycle path runs through this area and was the reason we bought this particular house (see a previous post 'City living'). This morning the weather was inviting so we set off and only 2 or 3 minutes later we were in this beautiful place. If you look carefully in the above picture you can see a heron atop an old stump in part of the swampy, wet area, whereas below shows how dry the undergrowth really is.

Since our hot, smoky days we have had some rain which has made a difference to the grassy patches - and you can even see some 'green' beyond the gum tree in the following image ...

The dogs always accompany us and today was extra-special for them as a ball was found. They are quite good at sharing ...

but are so enthusiastic with the chase they return home exhausted but always wanting you to throw it again. Roger headed for some shade while Jess went straight to the water bowl.

Christmas

2006-12-26T14:48:00.000+11:00

We left a smoky Melbourne and arrived at an even smokier cottage. I spent most of my time quietly inside and on Thursday a huge bank of smoke rolled in from the bushfires to the east of us. Visibility was greatly reduced and the cows looked quite eerie in the gloom as they came in for milking. Friday brought a change and then on the weekend the rain came. Here is the storm approaching from the south west ...

The countryside has dried off so much.

We spent a wonderfully relaxing few days away, returning on Christmas Eve. After a lovely afternoon tea with dear daughter's in-laws we had a light meal and then went into the city for the 9 Lessons and Carols at St. Paul's cathedral.

It was a beautiful service with crowds and crowds of people. I was so pleased for at Christmas a multitude of joyful worshippers singing carols is just right. After a quick look at the Myer Christmas windows - so lovely - an Australian bush nativity from a book by Mem Fox, we returned home to the final present wrapping and mulled wine by the fire.

It was a white Christmas in the hills where only a few days before hand the fires were raging. We experienced the coldest Christmas Day on record (we have had the strangest weather of late). After bagels and coffee or milo, we attended church returning to open presents, then enjoyed a late 'brunch'.

We all gathered in the evening for Christmas dinner with a couple of extra guests who kindly joined us. It was a memorable meal. I had a book on the table and encouraged all present to write about something that happened this year for which they are thankful. It is good to ponder and give thanks.

This Christmas season has been so pleasant. Maybe it was that I was better organised, or perhaps because we were away from the city during the really busy time or was it due to our Christmas dinner being in the evening allowing a more peaceful, unhurried day. I don't know but it was wonderful to be with family and friends and I climbed into bed with a contented, thankful heart.

Pre-Christmas activity

2006-12-20T14:58:00.000+11:00

Our tree is up and decorated, and due to popular demand this time we have gone for a traditional yet streamlined approach. For years, each Christmas I would make the children decorations which were added to the tree with the expectation that when they had their own homes they would take their decorations as a collection for their own tree. In recent years our tree was looking quite 'overloaded' and even though dear daughter has hers, we still decided on a simple tree with the extra decorations placed around the house.

The baking is done with mince pies ...

shortbread ...

and gingerbread ...

as well as brownie, fruitmince slice and Christmas cake all being happily consumed. Cards and gifts have been posted and all that is left is to spend the next few days quietly at the cottage.

With all the bushfires in Victoria, it is hot and smoky and my darling took this as the sun rose this morning.

In the city we have water restrictions and lawns are dried and brown, some shrubs are struggling even with our washing water being put on them. At the cottage it is usually lush and green, only drying off in February, if at all, so it will be interesting to see how it is when we arrive tomorrow. We have tank water there and until a few years ago the tanks always seemed to be overflowing with the constant rainfall. Not so now.

Anyway the forecast is for cooler weather at Christmas. Lovely. If I don't get to write again before Monday, greetings to you all and may this Christmas be a time of blessing for you and your family.

Preparations

2006-12-13T13:46:00.000+11:00

Christmas preparations are underway. A few days ago I made the fruit mince and I have just finished typing up our annual family newsletter - with lots of good news and celebrations this year. My darling has been away on camp and just dropped in briefly complete with bus, boys and boat on trailer.

As I looked up from the keyboard I was greeted by this.

Our dogs are not indoor dogs but they were very disappointed by the very brief, aforementioned visit, so being kind-hearted ...
This is so typical of our mother and son duo. When we travel to the cottage Roger finds a comfy spot and settles down for a sleep, Jess is constantly on the lookout and once we leave the freeway is driven crazy with delight by the country smells as she hangs as far out of the window as possible.

Anyway, back to Christmas.

Here is my bowl of freshly made fruit mince for mince pies. I make it every year, the same way. It actually starts in February when I bottle the roadside apples that we pick. I always save at least one bottle as the base for the fruit mince (I'm sure freshly stewed or a bought tin of apples would do just as well).

FRUIT MINCE

1 jar bottled apples (about 1 lb)
4 oz butter
2 lbs mixed fruit (any but include some cherries and dates)
8 oz brown sugar
grated rind and juice of a lemon
1 heaped teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 heaped teaspoon nutmeg
3 tablespoons brandy

Mix the butter into the apple (it helps if the butter is softened or even melted slightly). Add the rest of the ingredients and mix well. Keep in fridge.

***

This morning I decided to make some plum jam. It is early for me to do this as I usually make it from the plums picked by the roadside near our cottage - and they always ripen later than in the city. However we do have some little plums, that I have always ignored, right in the backyard of our city home. After watching the birds eating them, and the dogs licking away at the fallen ones, I decided to try one. They don't have as much flavour as the wild ones but I thought if I added some cherries it may help. I made half the amount of my normal batch and here is the (unlabeled) end product ...

City living

2006-12-06T16:07:00.000+11:00

When my darling first started working in the city he commuted from the country town where we had been happily living for a number of years. We had bought an old cottage with lots of character, including a fireplace in the bedroom (one of my dreams), beautiful views and a place where I thought our grandchildren would be visiting us. Not so. After two years of him commuting/staying in the city several nights a week and our charming son having to board, we knew it was far from ideal - we would all have to move.

Melbourne was not familiar to us, so initially we started looking at homes close to his workplace. In the area, houses were put up for auction with the estate agent giving a price guide rather than being for sale with an advertised asking price. It was a new system for us and we did not like it all. Houses regularly went for $100.000's more than the guide and 'dummy bidding' was common. It was all too uncertain and often appeared dishonest.

We found out that a certain distance from the CBD some homes were offered for 'private sale' rather than auction. So we went to a small agency which had three available, we viewed them one afternoon (never having been to the suburb before) and chose the one near the cycle path so my darling could ride to work. Done.

As it turned out it was another 3 1/2 years before we moved in but what a pleasant surprise once we did. We have easy access to most places, public transport is close, much parkland is nearby and of course ... the cycle path. All wonderful, but not being a city girl I have to continually remind myself of all the blessings as I often feel like a round peg in a square hole and that this was not my natural environment - I need fresh air, lots of space and chooks!

We are very privileged to have our little country cottage and so I had the idea of telling myself that I 'lived' in the country and just worked in the city during the week. Hmmmmmm .....

We have been in this house for 5 years now. The children are older, contented and a joy to be around, dear daughter and her prince live nearby and now with their precious babe due who would want to move? Well, we started investigating. My darling obliged by joining me to looked at other areas, other houses ... thinking, pondering ... and do you know, none of them had all the benefits of where we are now! I think it was a case of "you don't know what you've got till it's gone" but fortunately we didn't have to wait until we lost it.

I now come home and enter the front door with a smile on my face, it is good to be here. In the morning I look into our lounge and think "how nice". Our home is tiny (really!) by today's standards but I appreciate the smallness, the coziness of it which encourages us all to be together and to communicate. By those same standards we have a large block of land and have plans to add to the vegetables and fruit we already grow by putting in an orchard, we have plenty of room for Roger and Jess and although I would love to have chooks again I can happily live without them.

No, I still don't think of myself as a city girl, but I am getting used to life here and really don't want to move. Also I believe it is a good training ground for my future life in the eternal city "as we're marching upwards to Zion, the beautiful city of God!"

PS. Above is a view above the opposite rooftops - there is beauty in the city.
PPS. Judge Judy from the tribunal (see previous post from early November) rejected the planned 3 storey plus 2 storey dwellings a developer had proposed - HOORAY!!!

Advent

2006-12-04T09:16:00.000+11:00

I have been viewing a number of calendars via the www so decided to write about ours. We started using Advent calendars when the children were young (and had little self control when a lot of chocolate hung temptingly in their room!) and we were living in England. When we returned to Australia these calendars were not easy to find so I decided to make one for each family member and fill them with a variety of things every year. Yesterday, being the first Sunday in Advent, the sermon was about joy which fits in well with my advent calendar. Mine was actually the last one I made and I used part of an old tablecloth (hence the stains which show up very clearly in images!).

While photographing mine I noticed this one ... was it one of the children's? No it was my darling's!

Judging by the crumpled foil, he is at least enjoying it.

I wondered how the others were faring ...

Above is our delightful son's and this ...

is the charming one's (he is away at present so shall have a feast upon his return).

Now that dear daughter is married she hangs hers in her own home but I still fill it and put two of everything in each pocket for her and her prince. I guess next year she will be filling one for her own precious babe. Family traditions are a wonderful thing.

Weekend away

2006-12-04T06:57:00.000+11:00

The weekend in Canberra with dear daughter was full of 'catching up', mostly with relatives but also friends. Grandma and Grandpa met us at the airport and it was quite hot when we arrived (33°C), so we spent the afternoon relatively quietly (dear daughter had a nap). It was that evening and the next day that the social times occurred and it was lovely to gather with so many. Dear daughter hadn't been to Canberra since Grandma and Grandpa's 50th wedding anniversary last year and although most were at the wedding it is hard to spend lengthy times with all guests at such celebrations. My sister-in-law has a new home and it is perfect for family gatherings so a dozen relatives met at R's for dinner on Saturday. Lovely. Dear daughter also spent much time with her special cousin who is the same age, Grandpa thought they were "just like sisters" (neither of them has a sister).

One surprise this visit was dear daughter recognising a classmate, from her schooldays in country Victoria, at Grandma and Grandpa's church on Sunday morning. I agreed it certainly looked like him, but couldn't possibly be ... but it was. It can be a small world. It reminded me of when my darling and I 'bumped into' friends from the same Victorian country town at Hampton Court Palace this past English summer. How does this happen? How many do we miss if we pass by just a few minutes earlier? Are we somehow drawn to meet up by a type of 'familiarity magnet'?

The flight back was a little bumpy and the poor babe was active - probably quite disoriented with the 'fair-ground' ride. Flying is definitely not one of my favourite activities and I have planned for all my future long distance journeys to be by ship. The Melbourne-Canberra flight is short (less than an hour) and compared with the hours and hours of driving it is much preferred when on a short visit.

My darling coped well while I was away, the cost of groceries took his breath away though ... maybe this should become a regular activity!

Berry slice

2006-11-29T19:19:00.000+11:00

Dear daughter, who is now seven months pregnant, would like to visit her grandparents in Canberra as she knows it will be more difficult once the baby arrives, so we are flying there on Friday for a long weekend. My kind mother-in-law has always welcomed me into her kitchen so I thought I would post this, my latest (adapted wheat and dairy free) recipe, just in case it is needed.

BERRY SLICE
Base
Mix the following dry ingredients:
3 oz SR flour
3 oz quick cooking oats
2 oz brown sugar
mixed spice to taste

Stir in:
3 oz sunflower oil

Press base into lamington tin and bake at 180°C for 10 minutes.

Filling
Mix together:
1 oz sunflower oil
3 eggs
5 oz brown sugar
5 oz berries (or sultanas or raisins)
3 oz coconut
grated rind of 1 lemon plus good squeeze of juice

Pour over cooked base and bake for a further 20 minutes.

This is delicious either hot (dessert?) or cold and many apologies for the lack of a photo - friend M was visiting yesterday while I was baking and we started consuming the warm slice without thinking of the missed opportunity of a 'photo shoot'. The other alternative was to photograph the slightly squished slices I took to work this morning (I cycled) but I think it is better to wait until the next freshly baked tray is removed from the oven ...

Meanwhile, as a substitute, the above is a selection of nougat which we couldn't resist while visiting a 'French Market' at Peterborough, England. So friend G, if you are reading this, I hope it brings back some happy memories - it does for us.

Wedding Anniversary

2006-11-27T16:14:00.000+11:00

This weekend we celebrated 28 wonderful years of marriage. Those years have been filled with so much love and happiness, laughter and memories and with our three precious children to share so much of our life's joys, we have been truly blessed.

On Thursday my darling unexpectedly caught up with me as I was riding home and then took a detour (I thought he was visiting the barber) but he was actually buying these beautiful roses.

On Friday he presented me with this lovely leaf that he'd found and 'immediately thought' of me. Heart-shaped leaves are not common, as far as I can tell.

On Saturday I put on my wedding dress. I used to do this every anniversary before we moved to England (the dress stayed in Australia) but I haven't done it since our return. It was a little snug, but it fitted.

In the afternoon we set off for the cottage. Weeks before we had booked a table at a restaurant in the city but decided to cancel when we realised we would prefer to celebrate at our favourite place. With stunning scenery, a fire alight, candles lit, soft background music and of course delicious food who would want to be anywhere else? My darling even wore his original 'wedding tie' for the occasion. The ambience and the company could not be faulted - a waiter and kitchen hand ... well, we managed!

Here is a close up of the table with the Australian Fish Pie as a centrepiece (image won't load). My darling's culinary skills are constantly improving and this main course was 'truly scrumptious'. Over recent years I have been collecting a number of pieces from Robert Gordon Pottery's 'Alice in Wonderland' series and the lovely deep pie dish was purchased just for this occasion. It was just right.

We had such an enjoyable time away and a wonderfully, memorable anniversary.

Weekend Walks (a pictorial guide)

2006-11-20T08:04:00.000+11:00

I arrived at the cottage eager to see if the mid-week snow had left any evidence of its visit. The roses looked a little stunned and another shrub had split in two due to the weight of the snow but otherwise all was green and beautiful.

The evening was lovely so we took the dogs for a walk meeting some new little calves. They were very inquisitive and friendly, wanting a little attention and I especially delighted in watching one in particular race around and around just for the sheer joy of it.

The next morning my darling and I both awoke to find the weather so inviting we couldn't resist an early morning ramble.

We set off through farmland in the opposite direction to the rainforest. Although this is primarily a dairy farming area, some potato growing also occurs.

Of course the dogs love it as much as we do. Here is Jessie, the inquisitive one disappearing down a drainage hole - wombat and rabbit holes are also favourites -

and faithful Roger just having fun.

Spring always comes later here compared with the city but the roadside blossoms are out including these buttercups (whose image won't load). We returned refreshed and blessed by spending time in God's beautiful creation.

Smiling faces

2006-11-17T20:31:00.000+11:00

On such a beautiful day it is hard not to smile and these are some of the happy faces that greet me. The weather has been so strange this week - very cold with rain, hail and sleet - I'm glad so many blossoms survived in tact. Much snow fell on the mountains around Melbourne, the weather report stating down to 400 metres above sea level. Our cottage is at 500 metres and I implored my darling to seize the day and head up into the hills, but he being the responsible type reminded me of all our commitments here in the city. I have been up there before in the snow and love it and now that I have a digital camera was keen to capture some of the magic on pixels. Maybe next time (but it's been over 80 years since we've had temperatures like this in November!)

One bonus of such chilly weather is the cozy fire, snuggly quilts and toasty warm hot water bottles at night. My darling and I both felt it was very 'English' weather and with the approach of Christmas it was just right. It is a little strange though to have the passionfruit in blossom (above), something I don't remember happening at Christmas in England! I have been enjoying the early stages of preparing and was inspired after seeing some ideas on Brocante Home Chronicles.

I happily re-covered some blocks of chocolate with festive papers as well as making a good start on shopping for Christmas gifts. As the frantic rush is not one of my favourite times, this year we hope to hide away at the cottage for a week, emerging on Christmas Eve to travel back to the city ready to celebrate the special day with our family. Well it's the plan, we'll see how it goes ...

Even with all the activity at the end of the school year and the Christmas season approaching it is nice to be reminded that 'happiness walks on busy feet' :)

Pelargoniums?

2006-11-08T08:25:00.000+11:00

As mentioned before, I am a novice gardener. I do enjoy gardens though and hope to one day have ours 'just right' (does that ever happen?). Here is the plant at the front of our cottage and I don't know the correct term. I had always been familiar with (and love) 'geraniums' along with hydrangeas and nastursiums, carnations and pansies as my dear grandmother grew them in her garden. In recent times the name 'pelargonium' has become familiar especially as my darling (descended as he is from the 'green thumb' line) had a great grandfather who cultivated a nursery at Kew specializing in pelargoniums. I'm sure my lovely mother-in-law, who kindly reads my entries here, will be able to tell at a glance whether we have a pelargonium or a geranium growing at the front of the cottage.

My darling does 'prune' quite drastically (to put it mildly) but look at the gorgeous colour as a result! During school and university holidays our charming son works for an arborist and it is he who prunes any trees requiring it. He (in apparent contrast to my darling) carefully considers each branch before removing the appropriate ones leaving the trees still shapely but less dense. Maybe he is the 'green thumb' of the next generation.

The nurseries and market gardens of Kew have long since been replaced by housing. Our own suburb too was once orchards and market gardens - the only remnant being an area of parkland which now replaces a drive-in (which was established on one of the orchards). Small tasteful signs and sculptures record the history of the site and its uses from aboriginal times onwards. There are still allotments and we enjoy cycling or walking through the area observing what is growing.

Even though it has been 50 years since the suburb was established, I believe we have a responsibility to make wise decisions regarding the use of the land. Consequently when a sign was recently erected stating the intention of building not only a two storey dwelling but a three storey structure as well on one standard block of ground, I wrote to the council voicing my opposition. Now this was a first for me. My darling thinks I have become 'all political' now that I have participated in the "Walk against Warming" and opposed what I believe is inappropriate development ... maybe, but it has been a long time since I was last voicing my concerns as I wore a "BAN URANIUM MINING" badge in the late 1970's.

The council rejected the building application - hooray - but the architect appealed and it was sent to tribunal. As one who opposed (there were 28 people who wrote - probably a record for our suburb) I was notified and invited to speak at the tribunal. The hearing was held in the city last Friday and I, naively, thought I would be home by lunch time. A representative of the council put forward the council's reasons for rejecting the proposal, and we, the residents who opposed, spoke in turn, then the architect's advocate, an urban planning professional, put forward the architect and developer's (irresponsible in my opinion) proposal.

It was quite nerve-wracking. I nervously spoke of how our built environment effects our well-being, quoting from Alain de Botton's book "The Architecture of Happiness". I finished, as he did, by saying 'We must strive to build in a manner worthy of the meadows and woods we are destroying' in our case, the farmland and market gardens of fifty years ago. (Note - I am certainly not opposed to medium density housing as it is preferable to sprawling outer suburbs that consume more farmland but there is no other three storey building in the suburb, the predominant architecture of the area is 1950's single storey bungalows, and the site in question is quite dominant at the crest of a hill). As I only cycle and walk along the street, not live in it, in the eyes of the architect and 'Judge Judy' I felt my views were of little consequence.

I was glad to be able to give a little support to the actual neighbours in their opposition, many of them elderly, long-term residents (who even with hearing aids had difficulty). I arrived home at 6.30 pm - we had a 30 minute break for lunch - exhausted. 'Judge Judy' is planning on doing a site inspection and will inform us of her decision in the coming weeks.

I did learn a lot about the procedures involved and now realize that inappropriate development is not always the council's fault for, as in this case, it is taken out of their hands. I will be extremely disappointed if it is allowed and feel the whole system will lose credibility as a result. The positive outcome either way is a building of community - I knew none of the residents of this street beforehand and now feel I could drop in anytime to say 'hi'.

A warming walk in Melbourne

2006-11-07T19:35:00.000+11:00

According to police estimates, 30,000 gathered at the Melbourne Town Hall on Saturday to join many tens of thousands of others in cities around Australia to walk against global warming. I shared my city-bound train journey with many elegantly dressed Derby Day racegoers - their attire in stark contrast to jeans, trainers and backpacks of the walkers. It is a long weekend for many as the first Tuesday in November is Melbourne Cup Day (a public holiday for Victorians).

It was a very happy, peaceful gathering of folk from all walks of life, young and old and of various political persuasions. Musicians entertained us as we waited and I loved seeing this horse pass, with the cycle, the walkers, the awning providing shade - and not a car in sight!

At first trams still slowly made their way through, thanks to the helpful police, then the street was closed when the walk was ready to start.

Many walkers were in fancy dress to demonstrate their point, banners and placards were scattered throughout the crowd and this 'PRAY FOR SOAKING RAIN' sign with St. Paul's cathedral in the background was a reminder that even in these times when so much seems out of our control, God, the Creator of this wonderful earth, is in control.

We passed through the intersection at Flinder's Street Station (the only other time I have seen the traffic stopped was at 11 am, 11th November - Rememberance Day) and continued on past Federation Square.

It was here that I was slightly elevated so I could get a glimpse of the size of the gathering as the walkers made their way along the Yarra River.

The view back along the Yarra to the peaceful city - almost looking deserted as the crowd was gathered behind me. It was a memorable, worthwhile day and I'm glad I was part of it.

In our garden

2006-11-07T17:17:00.000+11:00

Noticing the beautiful feijoa blossom (it is usually the fruit that draws my attention) I decided to do a little tour of the current state of our garden. I readily admit that we are not gardeners (well at least I am not - my darling comes from a long line of nurserymen, those with a 'green thumb', who can make most things grow almost anywhere).

This is going to be a hedge once established and trimmed into shape. I've always wanted to have a hedge - maybe an image of "Green Hedges", Enid Blyton's home? The pittosporum limelight is doing extremely well and the lavender is quite happy tucked in behind as a lower, parallel hedge. The pelargonium (or is it a geranium) is self-sown.

The loquats have had a very good season. The dogs like to eat the fruit - not as much as the feijoas or the passionfruit - and very sensibly leave the seeds as apparently they are poisonous.

I couldn't resist putting in this photo of a Chinese lantern tree near the gate when I noticed who had been peeping through ... Jess and Roger (mostly hidden).

In tune

2006-10-31T15:41:00.000+11:00

It was such a beautiful day yesterday and I spent my time pottering around the house - a perfect antidote to the tired, listless weekend I'd experienced. With stunning blue skies and gorgeous sunshine in which to eat lunch, read (Hard Times by Charles Dickens), hang the washing out and sweep the garden paths, my attention was turned indoors and to the lack of natural colour there (ie. fresh flowers).

"Oh", I thought, "wouldn't it be lovely if my darling brought some flowers home with him this afternoon".

From time to time he does surprise me with a pretty bunch, and lo and behold, jammed into his back pack as he arrived home (he cycles) was this lovely arrangement wrapped in textured paper of a delicate lilac shade, bound with a raffia bow. How delightful!

It was perfect, not only the flowers, but that we are of one mind... how did he know? He is so kind to think of me as he does.
Thank you, darling.

Rumours

2006-10-30T10:11:00.000+11:00

I have just finished reading Rumours of Another World by Philip Yancey - what a challenging book! He is so honest in his writing which I'm sure enables his readers to identify far more readily with what he is saying. So much was thought-provoking, moving and inspiring. All that now needs to happen is to turn this motivation into action.

The reading of this book co-incided with a very special service last night - the confirmation of our charming son. All our family gathered in the church which was full of loving, supportive members of the congregation who have, along with us, watched his faith grow over recent times. He gave a beautiful, heart-felt testimony which moved a number of us to tears but we were so thrilled to hear it, giving thanks for the joy in his life and for his eternal salvation. My darling and I had made promises at his baptism when he was just a baby and we rejoiced to hear him, now an adult, confirm them himself.

It is a glorious day, full of promise... what precious hints of 'another world' are so generously given - let's be whole-hearted in thankfully receiving them.

Fireside

2006-10-28T20:29:00.000+10:00

It has been another cold and windy day so a cozy evening by the fireside is in order, this 'Brambly Hedge' illustration by Jill Barklem is quite fitting for our chilly evening. My darling has settled with The Age crossword and I with my knitting at hand - doesn't that age us! Actually we had a wonderfully enjoyable meal with both our charming and delightful sons present (my darling baked a delicious moussaka and the charming one prepared crepes for dessert).

My knitting is progressing quite well. I am completing a shawl for the precious babe - the same pattern I did for dear daughter when she was a baby - and I'm nearly ready to start the edging. It's lovely to be knitting again, especially for such a special reason.

We saw 'An Inconvenient Truth' at the Rivoli this afternoon and although I had read quite a bit about what Al Gore actually presented, it was still quite confronting and impressed upon me the urgency to continue making changes. We do try ... my darling always cycles and I cycled to 'work' most days this week (only driving once) and I was out again on my bike this afternoon; we have bought an old car which can be run on biodiesel which will make me feel a lot better about driving; fitting a water tank is next on our 'to do' list for the Melbourne house (we already have tanks at our cottage and provide for all our own water needs there); increasing our production by growing more fruit and vegetables is also being discussed and although we are currently with 'Green Energy' our long term plan is to install solar panels. These are only little changes but from what I can tell many more our now becoming increasingly aware and are also doing what they can. It is very encouraging and I'm now hoping politicians will follow suit.
From little acorns mighty oak trees grow!

Tea times

2006-10-22T16:51:00.000+10:00

The glorious days during the week made it difficult to resist the cycle/walk to 'work' and then the walk/cycle return in the afternoons especially as we had experienced such high temperatures and hot, northerly winds the previous week (36.3°C, an October record second only to 36.6°C in 1914). The temperatures steadily decreased and continued to drop over the weekend. We spent two nights at out cottage and slept under layers of quilts with hot water bottles, our fire ablaze and were greeted by a heavy frost this morning with snow on the mountains opposite. So strange! It is difficult to adjust to such swings and consequently many are succumbing to various ailments.

Even with the chilly weather the countryside is stunningly beautiful and it was so enjoyable to spend the weekend relaxing. We walked to our friends, the W's, with a basket of food and drink to share a lovely meal with them ... I wonder if we will we still be doing this in our dotage? I hope so.

With our children growing older, a family meal is less common but on Thursday we all gathered together, with some comings and goings, but it was good to have everyone there. My darling provided some beautiful roses (one is pictured above) from our blossoming garden as a table decoration - dear daughter is also blooming with the growing babe inside her. She is keeping well. Her prince has recovered after a back problem and our boys are busy preparing for their university exams. The charming one is to be confirmed next Sunday evening, so that will be a special occasion.

"God's in His heaven - All's right with the world".

An afternoon in the city

2006-10-14T17:59:00.000+10:00

My darling needed to collect some items for the "Around the bay in a day" cycling event in which he is participating tomorrow, so I took the opportunity to attend the NGV's Charles Blackman 'Alice in Wonderland' exhibition at Federation Square.

This is Feet Beneath the Table (1956), showing his wife as Alice and himself as the white rabbit.

Charles Blackman grew up in a home without books and it was when his wife was going blind and listening to 'talking books' that he first heard Lewis Carroll's famous story. It seemed to parallel their own lives with his wife's loss of spatial awareness and changing view of the world similar to Alice's experiences. The works are engaging with clear strong colours and a whimsical, surreal presentation. I joined a tour lead by a passionate volunteer and found it very informative along with a video of an interview with the artist. It is 50 years since he did his 'Alice' series.

He described drawing as putting a line around your dreams with the eye and the hand working as one. He also believes if you have a talent you must use it, otherwise it is a complete waste. It reminded me of how we are not to bury our talents nor hide our lights under a bushel. I wondered ... do I have any talents I am wasting? I once heard that a talent is when you find something is quite easy when others do not. I believe we all have our own unique talents and the challenge is to put more creative efforts and energies into our talents, use them more, develop and share them. I'm feeling quite inspired and looking forward to it!

P.S. As soon as I 'published' this post, my darling and I quickly took the dogs for a walk as it was starting to get dark - a tawny frogmouth greeted us as we set out, what a bonus! We do live in a lovely area. Also I forgot to mention that my darling gave me a 'dub' home on the back of his bike from the station ... maybe we will end up with a bicycle built for two some day after all.

Joys and responsibilities

2006-10-11T07:23:00.000+10:00

"Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house with its spirit of divine discontent and longing."

As we enter mid-spring, recent mornings have been filled with beauty and anticipation. I love that sense of restlessness that is apparent at this time of year. Each new day holds the promise of excitement and adventure, the feeling that change is in the air. In the past this was reality when the long university holidays stretched ahead, or a move to another town with new employment was being arranged or even more joyfully - the birth of a precious child was being patiently awaited.

This morning I was reminded of the above quote from one of my favourite books, The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Grahame but over recent days I have been pondering on

"The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings"

from A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson. It is so true. This wonderful creation we enjoy as children of the King contains so much for our pleasure we should be overflowing with happiness. Yet the wrongs of mankind have marred its beauty and this affects our joy. Sometimes we're not as happy as kings, princes or princesses (as I like to think of myself) should be.

Last night my darling and I attended a public forum at the local library, it was on global warming and climate change and political representatives spoke on their parties' policies. Although I felt a tad despondent over the little being done by those who seem to have the power to do so much more, I was heartened by the number in attendance and realized we are not alone in our efforts to 'lighten our footprint'. A growing number of ordinary citizens of the world are concerned and are trying to have their voices heard. I believe this groundswell will continue and ultimately major changes will be implemented to care for our wonderful world. I was pleased to hear there is a 'Walk Against Warming' planned for the 4th November, leaving from the Melbourne Town Hall at 1 p.m. I want to be there, I want to see for myself how many really are concerned and I want the public and the politicians to take note. I know it sounds like a lot of "I wants" but it is not really for me as

This is my Father's world,
The birds their carols raise,
The morning light,
the lily white,
Declare their makers praise.

This is my father's world,
O let me ne'er forget,
That 'tho the wrong
seems oft' so strong,
God is the ruler yet.

Have a happy day, giving thanks that we are part of this beautiful world!

Moonrise

2006-10-08T22:16:00.000+10:00

It had been several weeks since we'd been to our cottage, but what a greeting we received last night. My darling took me out to our front verandah to watch this stunning moonrise. Since we have had little rain and the air was dusty with a slight smoke haze the moon was very red as it first emerged from behind the mountains. Sometimes we've climbed to the top of the hill to watch the moonrise, many times we've taken night walks just to enjoy the moonshadows and other nights we've dragged our mattress out into the backyard to sleep under the stars.
Life is so full of the most wonderful pleasures.

P.S. I'd like to thank all of you who have been so encouraging about this site. I'm glad that you are enjoying my record of the passing days.

The past week (c)

2006-10-06T07:48:00.000+10:00

With the first week of term 4 underway I didn't have an opportunity to finish recalling out trip. Here at last is the final installment ...

Our next stay was with my sister and her family at Lorn in the Hunter Valley region of NSW. On the way we visited friends and met their sweet little baby daughter and enjoyed a tasty lunch on a balcony overlooking Lake Macquarie. It was a very warm day but refreshing to be by the lake.

Our warm evening arrival at Lorn was only the beginning as the next day it was 35°C with a hot wind blowing – a bit of a shock as we were only just emerging from a Melbourne winter. It was great to be with the C family though and they had done some amazing work on an extension of their lovely old home since we visited last year. Their family also increased in size when Dottie (a cavalier King Charles pup) joined them a few months ago. We mostly stayed inside, playing board games and chatting although my darling and my brother-in-law still took the time to go cycling in the heat.

Fortunately it was cooler the following day so my darling and I took the opportunity to walk a 23 kilometre route through the flood plains of the Hunter River to Morpeth, an old river port. The scenery was beautiful in the sunshine and we picnicked by the river, absorbing the views and accompanied by a bearded dragon sunning itself and this brazen, battle scarred dragonfly who decided to rest right beside me on my darling’s arm.

A stitching day was another treat. This particular friend and I had spent many hours, days, weeks ... together in the past happily crafting away and now she too has moved to Lorn. How lovely to have my sister and my friend living in the same little country community. We didn’t complete our projects but made a good start. Our husbands joined us for lunch in a nearby cafe.

Our last evening was filled with lots of noise, much chatter and many relatives who happened to be passing through the area. It was great to see them all. Then the next morning my sister and I finally had some time together at a very attractive nursery and coffee shop. She introduced me to this haven last year and I was inspired. This year was no different as we enjoyed our delicious morning tea in the creative shabby chic style interior. Our time had passed so quickly and too soon we were waving good-bye and driving down to the coast to stay with my brother and sister-in-law.

It had been a while since we had seen T and T and we had a great time with them. We especially enjoyed meeting J, my brother’s lovely daughter. She had been born when he was 18 and contact had not been kept with J’s mum. When older, J wanted to meet her birth father and a wonderful outcome was realised. She now stays with T and T regularly and is gradually meeting up with other relatives. To me this is a real, ‘good news story’. We said good-bye to T and T on the morning of my darling's birthday. It had been a memorable time away.

The Past Week (b)

2006-09-30T14:50:00.000+10:00

Aunty B lives in an early 20th century weatherboard cottage in a coastal suburb of Sydney. It is only three streets away from where my paternal grandmother lived so it is all very familiar to me. Her home is really lovely, has a beautiful garden and we both enjoy staying with her very much. There are certain things we do each time ... walk to the shops along the back streets, take some flowers to the bushland cemetry where Mum is buried next to Aunty B's husband (along with many other relatives), visit Uncle G and Aunty D, eat fish and chips by the beach and take a walk along the harbour foreshore.

We had decided that on this visit our harbour walk would be at night so we could watch the city lights, so as the sun was setting we took the bush path past Forty Baskets to Dobroyd Point. It was a perfect evening, the birdlife very vocal as they went about roosting for the night, the track deserted and the views spectacular. We ate our picnic tea watching the Manly Ferry pass to and fro between Manly Wharf and Circular Quay and with our torches lighting the way we returned in the dark.

As we walked towards a huge gum tree our attention was drawn to a high branch and on it six kookaburras were snuggled together, all facing the same way with their downy feathers fluffed out. We could only see them from their undersides but gazed at them, thankful for this special treat - they looked so very cute. I had never seen them grouped like that before and wondered if they were young ones not long out of the nest but is it the right time of year as we've seen magpies and swallows actually nesting now? (My Dad has since told me that a pair of kookaburras usually raises about four young and they stay as a family group until the young are well and truly mature. We must have seen last year's hatchlings...they looked like they were almost old enough to fly out into the big, wide world.)

The harbour waters looked inviting with the reflected light, so we decided to walk into Manly as well. This section was a paved path, easy to negotiate in the dark, which passed by some stunning homes - new, old, creative, bland but all with fantastic views. A couple of friends were playing their guitars down by the water's edge, many were out on balconies, some had bar-b-ques underway and Manly was buzzing. It was such a beautiful evening to share with my darling.

The Past Week (a)

2006-09-29T08:55:00.000+10:00

So much has happened during the past week of our holidays and being computer-free I was unable to write about it each day. So here we go in retrospect ...

From Canberra we continued to drive north. As this is our annual trip to catch up with friends and relatives, the route is familiar, and we have tended to establish some favourite routines. Something we do each year is to stop south of Berrima (a pretty little town in the Southern Tablelands of NSW), my darling sets off on his bike for an hour or two while I visit 'Berrima Patchwork' which is full of gorgeous samples, lovely fabrics and the necessary patterns. This year I still had not spent my birthday money so this was the perfect place. I bought some fabric and "Flowerbed", a pattern book by Bronwyn Hayes, and plan on stitching one of these embroidered bags. There are many other tempting items in the book ... maybe one day.

We met up at Mittagong and enjoyed a picnic in the park. Tulips grow readily in this area and I loved the colour of these.

After getting lost in Sydney (we didn't have a map this year and there had been some road changes including a new freeway) we arrived safe and sound at my aunt's.

Happy Birthday

2006-09-28T19:17:00.000+10:00

Today is my darling's birthday and it has been a wonderful day. First of all we set off from my brother and sister-in-law's home on the central coast of NSW. As my darling is a cyclist we followed the quiet, scenic route down to the Hawkesbury River, he riding with me driving to meet him but I wasn't all he met ...

It was a diamond python and he eventually encouraged the snake off the road - I came across him doing so.

The creature was at least 7 to 8 feet long and as they don't hurt you we wanted to make sure it headed away from harm.

We contined along on this lovely spring day to the southern tablelands area where we stopped for a snack (gluten free date and chocolate slice with a yoghurt smoothie - delicious) at Bundanoon at the 'Old Bike Shop Cafe'. Our aim was to reach Bungonia Gorge for a birthday picnic lunch. It is a stunning place and we hadn't been there for about 25 years so our time there this afternoon was very special.

It is a dry area but the scenery is stunning.

We continued on to Canberra to spend the birthday evening with his family - a lovely end to a perfect day.

Holidays

2006-09-21T09:06:00.000+10:00

My darling and I have set off on our annual trip north to visit relatives. It is a long journey but the countryside is pure 'Australian' and the country towns, if we take a detour, are just lovely. Our first stop is with his parents who still live in the beautiful bushland suburb of Canberra where he grew up.

His mum had heart surgery two years ago and now goes on a hilly, bush walk each morning to keep fit and well. She is amazing as she strides out. This morning we accompanied her and saw many beautiful birds nesting including gang gangs and rosellas. The wattle blossom was gorgeous and the gums quite stunning like this scribbly gum.

It is the perfect time of year to travel as the spring weather is just right and the landscape still green after winter. Our next stop is with my aunt in Sydney.

morning views

2006-09-18T22:15:00.000+10:00

We have been away for a few days but thought I would write a little of that time.

Lately I have pondering the impact the view from a bedroom window can have upon our well-being, as I believe the first glimpse of the new day is so important and the older I get, the greater is the effect. Above is the view from our bed, literally, yesterday morning, it is at our cottage and we never tire of it, we absolutely love it. Whatever the weather or the season we marvel at its beauty and it sets us up for a wonderful day...

After a pleasant breakfast outside on the verandah

we set off for a walk to a nearby rainforest. It is a remnant of the temperate rainforests which originally covered this area of southern Australia. Most of the forest has been cleared for farming and below is the view up towards the back of our cottage (it is on the crest of the hill, right-hand side)

Just before entering the forest you can see for miles towards the bay,

and our dogs just love it here - they're always 'smiling' and sometimes refuse to get into the car for our return to the city.

It doesn't matter how often we walk this route we always enjoy it so much. On this particular journey we stopped for a snack and to our delight a lyre bird came by, scratching in the undergrowth. Tall mountain ash tower in the forest and many ferns grow down by the creek. It is all very beautiful.

Time takes on a different meaning here, we can gaze for hours out through our bedroom window and the world becomes a better place. I know we are truly blessed to have this special home and constantly give thanks for it.