Today I bought myself something lovely.
Something I have wanted for a long time.
It’s a big, beautiful, heavy cast-iron casserole pot and it is purple.
It will hold six litres and weighs 6.4 kilograms when it’s empty.
Tonight we’ll have beef casserole and dumplings, but I’m going to make sure there’s enough for my lunch tomorrow too…
My delay in writng this post is an indication that YET AGAIN I was rushing to meet a deadline. Nothing would ever be finished were it not for the last minute. This is a mantra that keeps me going.
I was making a quilt for publication in a magazine. I was incredibly fortunate and was provided with some fabric to make this quilt. I really enjoy trying to bring as many fabrics as possible into a quilt. I love a scrappy look.
I also really enjoyed the challenge of not having an influence over the fabric that I received.
I’d love to show you the quilt…
but it’s a secret.
I’ll give you a little sneaky look
but you can’t tell anyone.
Four weeks ago I planted some little lettuce seedlings in my new vegetable patch. I have given them daily care, making certain there are no bugs or weeds. Offering water and seaweed fertiliser.
With lots of love and nurturing one of them has grown and flourished to look like this.
So… I pulled one out of the ground and put it on my turkey and cheese sandwich.
I feel so guilty for eating one of my babies…
Me: Hey, there’s a swan on the water there.
Pip: No, it’s a duck next to a stick.
I would like to challenge the widely accepted notion that blue and green should never be seen…
and suggest that it should be seen everywhere.
I am having a love/hate relationship with nature right now. In particular with butterflies and moths.
On one hand I love them.
Every single day we have Ulysses butterflies in our yard with their brilliant blue wings.
We’ve planted trees to encourage them into our yard.
They have courtship rituals outside my back door.
They lay their eggs up high and their fat green caterpillars eat their fill of leaves.
I love thinking that I am responsible for the next generation of Ulysses butterflies.
I do not like the moths that lay their eggs in my soil nor their larvae, which are called cutworms, that nibble at the stalks of my tiny vegetable seedlings.
So far the beans have been chomped – we’ve lost all of those – and now they started on the capsicum plants.
I’d like to be the downfall of the next generation of these!
Any ideas or solutions?
Sorry for my absence from my blog and yours. We have been a very germy household. First my Pete and then I have had a yucky virus. For three days I just laid in my bed and read books (actually, that part was kind of enjoyable) with aches and pains and a head full of slime. Too disgusting to be near anyone but those unfortunate enough to have to live with me.
Some lovely things did happen during those groggy, hazy days.
It was mothers’ day and my children were very sweet and kind to me. We had a family dinner in celebration.
My Pete cleaned the whole house and did ALL of the washing. He really did – while I lay sleeping and reading.
On the day I was feeling a little better I walked outside to collect the mail and found this.
A tiny green frog sleeping on my letter box.
Once he had been carefully removed I found something even better inside the letter box.
Something sent from across the oceans.
Something beautifully scented and divinely packaged.
Gorgeous handmade soaps from the very clever and extremely productive Julia B.
I wish that you could smell them. They are beyond lovely.
Thank you for your generosity, Julia. Something is on its way to you too. I hope it arrives soon.