The Seasons They are a Changing

I can feel the warmth of spring. The sun against my neck as I walk in the garden. The changing light where the sun now reaches. The life changing, growing, blooming in the garden. The seedlings planted in Autumn have survived the frosty winter and will soon be ready to eat. A few spring onions have already been devoured. I cannot wait to eat the beetroot. I adore home grown beetroot. I roast pumpkin and beetroot with fetta, greens and pine nuts. Yum.

I look forward to planting up the next season crop, I am thinking melons of all shapes and sizes to be planted where we had little bonfires earlier in Winter. Some lettuces and maybe even risk tomatoes again. My history with tomatoes is poor. I can grow little cherry tomatoes but anything bigger just doesn't work. I would love to have enough to make some relish and sauces for bottling.

With each new season it feels like a time to refresh and refocus on things i want to achieve and create. Typically Winter is the slowest time for me, I an less motivated as the weather cools down and the rain and wind stop any gardening work outside. This Winter has also been filled with caring for Mini baby so not a lot of time to be gardening.

So here's cheers to Spring, and all its warmth!

Wet Felted Book Cover

I wanted to experiment a little and use up some odds and ends of wool. I am busy this weekend and will miss the workshop held by Nicole and Emily, which was felting a journal cover. So I knocked up this little sucker for my A6 art journal. It is a little book I can keep in my bag for when the mood strikes and I need to jot it down before that sieve of a brain I have loses it. Forever gone into the ether.


Pretty groovy don't you think? I used embroidery thread to patch up some of the little holes and to turn in the edges, as it came out a bit longer than required. All up it took about 40 mins and then a day to dry in the shade.

Flying time

Yes it has been a while. This Mini bubba is growing fast and demanding my lovely attention, which means less play time for me. As I type she is sat on my lap between my crossed legs and is sucking on my shirt. Yum. It will match the puke on my shoulder, and i will no doubt forget to wipe it away before I pick up the Maxi child from school today, leaving me with wet spots and puke milk smell. Nice.

Mini girl is 5 months old today, she enjoys eating her toes, gurgling and puking on most everything.

In line with the title of the post I wanted to reflect on time passing by so quickly. When I had my first child, he is pictured above. The days seemed to drag a constant feed, play, sleep, feed, play, sleep and so on. Your life with one child is so focused on their every need they become your world, your passion your work in progress. If they sleep you furiously tear around cleaning, scrubbing, ironing, folding. And if, like my first child dont favour sleep, you get frustrated and anxious that you can never get anything done. Third child on, the baby falls asleep 10 minutes before school pick up, so I pop her in the Yamo and Midi girl and I trot off to collect the Maxi child. When she wakes I do the washing, cleaning dishes or meals. When she sleeps, I relax. Tea. Cake. Book.

You start with one set of ideals when you have your first child, then it rapidly changes as you realise your baby did not read the same book you read about sleeping and feeding. You grow and adapt to them. Learning from each other everyday, every mintue.

With each child you fine tune your skills, iron out the creases and more clearly define your parenting style and ethos. With each child comes more confidence and more freedom. You give yourself leway to make some mistakes and learn to not stress the small things, but embrace the challenges and the difficulties that arise.

A Simple Sunday

What came first the toast or the egg? A nice way to end the weekend, a fresh laid egg and some toast. Midi child loves looking for the eggs each day, now the chooks have starting laying again. It is a precision exercise, collecting the eggs. The chooks, always want to escape. So we distract them with clumps of grass over the fence or turn on the hose and i quickly dash in the gate before they here me sneek up. The have good hearing, if I ma not quiet enough I get srung and we have to devise another dasterdly plan to fool the feathered ones.

Why is a chook escaping so bad? As amusing as I look trying to catch a small brown chook with a babe in my arms, they also tear up my vegetables, turn over fresh mulch and crap all over the verandah. I love their eggs but loath their path of distruction through my garden.

So now the new week has started, also the new month and I am already planning next weekend. Mundaring Markets on Sunday and a dinner with friends that night.