1. Kitchen mess. I'd like to say it was one of those days, but this is actually pretty standard.
2. Childhood pottery in my parents' backyard
3. Choosing fabrics for a newborn quilt
4. The joy of running
5. Fresh growth on a staghorn
These photos were taken back in Summer, before Nora started walking – just look at those thighs!
One of our favourite free local activities is the Magic Yellow Bus. It is a roaming outdoor playgroup, which visits a different park everyday of the week. There are always a large range of rotating activities set up, including painting, playdough, a baby toys mat, obstacle courses, ball sports, and dress ups. We visit it only sporadically, but it always makes for a very happy morning.
*Technically, these photos aren't taken in my suburb, but a neighbouring one, however, as the Magic Yellow Bus is an initiative of my local council, I figured it could be included in the series.
1. Baked oatmeal. Who knew? I make porridge all the time, but it never occurred to me to bake it. Used this recipe by orangette, substituting the blueberries and walnuts with frozen raspberries, hazelnuts and macadamias.
2. Afternoon tea turns silly!*
3. Raindrops on the single bromeliad flower.
I've been slowly, lazily, sporadically embroidering on this aimless, slightly psychedelic, slightly kitsch project. I think the progress has been so slow as I'm not even sure what this panel will become. Ideas?
As Oscar ran towards a particularly aggressive goat, Nora started mimicking a rather hungry one, on all fours, eating hay off the ground. So went our visit to Calmsley Hill. One of the lovely ladies in my mothers group organised a special farm outing for our monthly catch-up. It was chaotic, but wonderful.
Oscar got to milk a cow. We all enjoyed a tractor ride. Oscar did end up getting knocked over by a goat, but to everyone's surprise, he just brushed himself off and said, 'I'm ok'. There was too much fun to be had to dwell on injuries!
A stash of letters, all from grandchildren, spanning 30 odd years, (approx. 1910-1940). All saved away, in a book amongst newspaper clippings and the odd photograph. The middle letter, in cursive writing on blue paper, was written by my grandmother Margaret.
Do you love discovering and reading through personal family history too?
Rodge needed time and peace this morning, so I imposed upon my lil sis and spent half the day with her (sorry Tess, for eating into your study time). Tess and her man, Joe, made us the most delicious scrambled eggs with cherry tomatoes and chorizo and provided endless babycinos and coffee. We wandered to Eveleigh markets, and upon return had a brief, impromptu drawing session. Then to top it all off, Tess sent me home with the most beautiful bunch of foliage from the garden.
ps the Thank You cards are ones that Tess has illustrated to send out after her wedding. She decided they were a little too plain, so marbled them all! I think they are gorgeous.