Sunday, 15 July 2018

slow

Returned south and promptly picked up a virus. So it has been a slow week, luckily there wasn't much I had to do. Anticipating some warm and sunny weather as I fly to the Sunshine Coast to meet Colin tomorrow, makes me feel heaps better...




Sunday, 8 July 2018

byron bay

Think this year is number ten. Another winter, another Byron Bay escape.
Familiar places and familiar faces. Sun, sea, surf and sand. Wind, rain and grey skies. Friends, shared food and drinks on the deck at sunset. Surf, paddle and swim.

Unfortunately Colin is not doing much of the latter. A foot injury just days before leaving has left him watching rather than participating. He has hobbled his way through one week and the next is not looking much better. A big disappointment to say the least, a reset of expectations a neccessity. Johanna and I joined him for the first week, a friend will keep him company in the second and he will head to the Sunshine Coast for a specialist appointment where I will join him again before we drive home.

'What happens, happens' was part of our Yurting Mantra in the days when living in and working from our caravan were plentiful. This last week was one of those weeks that reminded us to let go and to be thankful. To let go of expectations and desires and to be thankful for what is rather than frustrated by what is not. Pain and injury and crappy weather 'happen' and so do kind friends and good conversations and mulled wine and a big pan of paella and the occasional warm burst of sunshine and the ever present sea. And there is always tomorrow...






Friday, 29 June 2018

visibility: poor

The fog has been thick and persistent this week, alongside the cold and grey skies it has been a dreary few days. But interesting too. It is a bit weird to walk your dog along the river and not be able to see the water. To hear voices coming from a boat but see nothing, "There is a guide post just up here, slow down, a bit to the right, no, no I mean the left". I didn't hear a crash so they must have got it right. I certainly couldn't see them and sometimes I couldn't see the dog who kept walking while I got distracted taking photos, but thankfully who came running when I called her name, materialising out of the grey mist...






Monday, 25 June 2018

solitude

The house will be quiet this week with both Colin and Johanna in Melbourne. One is trying to complete as much work as possible before he takes a break and the other is attending her first midwifery placement. That leaves Winnie and I on our ownsome...


Tuesday, 19 June 2018

the last leaves

We planted a couple of ornamental pear trees for my birthday. Watching the leaves tell the story of autumn brings joy to my heart...





Sunday, 27 May 2018

interruption

When you place some flowers in front of a window so that the natural light allows you to take a photo indoors and an inquisitive four legged, furry friend interrupts...

what are you doing?

yes I can sit and stay, I am a cute and clever dog

ok enough sitting and staying, just a little nibble

and a little lick

hmmm interesting

a bit more of a chomp

oh oh

Sunday, 20 May 2018

celebrate

My favourite kind of celebration this weekend - having all the kids down. There was a fair bit of cooking and eating, some sitting around the fire pot and the planting of some trees.

(Some rather grainy and blurry snap shots!)

A watched pot never boils




Beanie buddies



A spot of fire contemplation




The resident chefs cooking up a storm




Gnocchi making, with the genuine article gifted to Rachel from family in Italy when we visited last year







Meanwhile outside the trees were going in (there was a slight oh oh moment when a water pipe was damaged - a wonderful local plumber fixed it up in no time)


And the gnocchi was very very good...


Monday, 14 May 2018

no photo

I've spent the last few days in Tassie with my family and without my camera. So no photo of my mother and her dog sitting side by side in their rocking chairs, no photo of my sister's feet after hiking over 500km on the Bibbulmun Track, no photo of my nephew who has grown and changed so much I hardly recognised him and no photo of a beautiful Tassie autumn Mother's Day lunch by the Tamar River - blue sky, blue water, autumn coloured trees and vineyards. No photos but lots of beautiful memories...