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(This will just be a quick post because I have a doctor’s appointment soon)

I was talking to my sister this morning and she mentioned that she’d read my last blog post and she commented on the fact that most of my recent posts have all been about gardening and I completely agree with her! I’m reminded of it every time I choose my tags for the posts and am confronted with a tag cloud that shows me how often I use each tag and ‘garden’ screams at me very loudly! It’s not that gardening is all I do – the truth is far from that! The fact of the matter is that the garden produces the most beautiful photos and I am loathe to post anything without pictures. I am too visually and aesthetically minded to omit a visual aid  in most of my posts!

I am going to try and get a greater variety back into my posts but today I have yet another gardening related post that I have to share with you.

Yesterday I had a small revelation. It began when my aunt told me about a family friend who is going through some unexpected financial problems and is having trouble getting food on the table for her family of three. My aunt is planning to visit her and give her a supermarket voucher and it was without hesitation that I said I would get a box of veges from the garden to give her family too. This is the reason everyone should grow their own veges and fruit – so we can share! God makes an abundance of goodness grow from tiny little seeds and it only makes sense to share what we can’t use.

And so yesterday and today I have been gathering vegetables and packing them into a box to be given to this family who we love. It was pretty amazing to see how much the garden has given us. My dad works the hardest in the garden and it’s to his credit that it’s so productive. I think we have a responsibility to share all our blessings whether they be food or time or the ability to listen.

Anyway, the vegetables looked so beautiful on the table so I had to take a photo to share with you.

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It’s not a great photo but you get the point. Everything on that table was from my parents’ garden. Just for interest and so you can see what we harvest in late spring in a subtropical climate I will list what’s there. Sweet potato, pumpkin, leek, brown onions, cucumber, squash, cherry tomatoes, pepinos, carrots (in the paper bag), green and brown mignonette lettuces, tatsoi (an asian green that’s great in stir fries and salads), beetroot, lebanese eggplants, celery, bean yam, choko, a lemon and a jar of freshly made strawberry jam my mum made from home grown strawberries. The best thing about this food is that it all came from the garden and it’s just the extras.

So it was with lots of love and a little pride that I packed it all up into a box to be given to some people that my family and I love.

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If you’re wanting more motivation to start growing your own veges you’ve got it. I’ve always loved the idea of being able to grow a big lemon tree that produces so much fruit you have to give it away. The same could be done with tomatoes or chokos or whatever else your individual green thumb can nurture. It also fits into my ideal world where community and family means everything. But I can tell you more about that idea later.

I love you all.

ps. Did you see my new bunch of zinnias? This time I picked all the little flowers. Some of them are amazingly detailed!

It’s been a while hasn’t it? I’m still alive and getting through all that life throws at me. So much has happened since I last blogged three months ago!

I remember thinking I could be one of those regular bloggers who maintained an up to date blog full of all sorts of lovely things but then reality kicked in. I have uni and assignments that make me far more stressed than I should allow and I have practical experiences in schools that leave me so exhausted by the end of the day and I have a lovely family and beautiful friends who I want to talk to and spend time with.

Life for me is crazy at the moment and I think what makes it the hardest is that I haven’t really found my rhythm yet. I feel as though I have hit the wall with my studies and my assignments (which really aren’t that hard) make me feel like I am tackling Mt Everest! I think 5 years of university in a row is far too much for my brain. But I will stick it out.

Life must continue and I would like to find my rhythm wherever it is. I’ll let you know when I find it.

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But in the meantime I will always find my little joys like these flowers. They’re zinnias and I grew them from seed. They have to be the most satisfying flowers to grow. They just pop right out of the soil and grow so vigorously and produce long stemmed, bright, happy blooms that are perfect in a vase inside. I love the way there seems to be tiny little yellow flowers around the centre of each one…ooh and the colours! Pink, yellow, red, orange, white, peach, orange and every colour in between!

My zinnia plants are growing in the bed where I had my old tomato plants.

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The garlic is still chugging along in there and I’ve also got some californian poppies and some pink and white everlasting daisies (also known as paper daisies!). The curly parsley has just died so I’ve scattered some heartsease seeds to fill in the gaps. They’re my new favourite flower!

Fresh flowers always brighten my day! What’s been brightening yours?

I just had to drop by and let you know what little things have made me happy today. My day didn’t start so well, I almost fell into the ‘wake-up-grumpy’ trap but I avoided that one with a little side step and I actually had a really productive day at uni. The little joys happened this afternoon and they really are little. Let me make a list…

  1. Untying Georgie when I got home this afternoon. She is a wriggly bundle of joy.
  2. Catching the last few minutes of a Full House repeat that luckily showed a sweet moment with Jesse, one of my earliest TV crushes (of which there were and are many).
  3. Having a big chat with one of my beautiful aunts. I love my family.
  4. Getting the kitchen clean. As much as I hate it, it does make me feel much better when it’s done.

It probably seems thoroughly domestic, but these little things are what gets me through a tough or a slow day. I love the little things. Thanks for reading my little blog.

xo

I can wear tights. I am developing quite a collection at the moment, despite my tendency to put holes in them at inopportune times. These ones are actually ones I bought last year and they may possibly be my oldest pair.

I also like sleeping and lounging in the sun.

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I’ve always wanted to make a Wordle picture. It gives me a little insight into what I’ve actually been talking about all this time and it gives it to you in a pretty format!

I have been meaning to post for quite some time to catch you up on all the happenings of my life (and there are many!). More posts will come but in the meantime I have a few photos that I have been dying to share. They’re from a wonderful morning in the gardens of a beautiful and significant house in my local area. The house is called Baddow House, one of the earliest houses in Maryborough. It has only in the last few years been beautifully renovated. The house is beautiful, but it’s the gardens that made my heart sing. Take a look for yourself…

I don’t know if you can see it that clearly, but there is this beautiful garden gate under the tree in the photo above. That corner of the garden was my favourite part. The gate just led to a lovely green hill, but there was just something about it that just made me imagine a rambling cottage garden spilling colours onto the grass, a little piece of random colour in the formal gardens. My future garden will have a gate. Just so you know.

The house and garden is only open once a year, so you’ve all missed your chance this year, but if you get a chance to have a look next year you won’t be disappointed (unless gardens aren’t really your thing, in which case you can have a pumpkin scone with jam and cream while some other awesome people explore the house and garden). I really needed this garden visit, I had been feeling a little disconnected and it helped to ground me.

xo

I have always been a believer that it’s the little things in life that can make you happy. Long long ago I started a blog-ish type thing with my best bud where we would talk about all the things we were grateful for. It never went very far, but the concept has always stuck with me. I think it’s important to find enjoyment and appreciation in everything in your life, especially the little things that make up the bulk of the day.  As cheesy and hippy-ish it sounds, it’s almost as though you need to open your mind to being aware of the small things. Sometimes the things that have really turned my day around have been tiny.

Once after uni a few years back, in the early evening, I was feeling particularly grumpy and I decided to go for a walk. I wandered around thinking that I was so sick of seeing the same things everyday, hearing the same sounds, learning the same stuff. I was probably a teeny bit homesick too. Anyway, after wandering for a while, I heard these strange birdcalls that I’d been hearing at night. I never knew what they were. It sounded like there were heaps of them and the sound kept getting closer…I ended up walking through an entire flock of them. It was amazing. It turns out they were Bush stone-curlews. Maybe it wasn’t such a little thing, but it was amazing all the same. I recorded them on my phone and I used to use it as an alarm tone for a while so I could wake up to the sound of birds while I lived in the city. That moment woke me up and made me feel as though the world was there for me discover, wherever I was at the time.

My inspiration for this post came from picking tomatoes. I could pick them in a boring bowl and be done with it but there is a nostalgic joy from putting them in a basket. Everything is more fun when you use a basket! Well, maybe not everything, but picking tomatoes, collecting eggs and picking flowers is always better in a basket. 

See what I mean? If I was being cynical and boring, I could say that it doesn’t matter what the heck I put my tomatoes in, they’re still the same tomatoes and I would be right but there’s no fun in thinking that way!

So today, I hope you can find enjoyment in something…whether it be picking tomatoes, seeing a particularly amazing sunset, having an unexpected conversation with a friend or stranger, watching the stars, eating your lunch, discovering a flock of birds or smiling at a stranger and getting a smile in return…the possibilities are endless! You can make life much richer without having to spend a cent. 

I will continue to use my basket. Just because.

How cool is this? Bread is my latest weekend hobby. Bread in a camp oven over hot coals. The first two attempts resulted in absolutely delicious bread but it was a little burnt. This one was a smaller batch and I did it all by myself. I even decorated this one so it looked a little bit French. I am a little in awe of how satisfying it is to make bread completely from scratch. You can gather so much enjoyment and pleasure from food, growing it, harvesting it, cooking it. All food should be enjoyed. It’s an amazing blessing and it is a beautiful thing to share home cooked and home grown food.  

Homemade bread tastes far better than purchased loaves and I can’t see myself going back to supermarket for bread at the moment. In a normal week I won’t eat much bread. A large loaf cooked on Saturday or Sunday generally keeps me going all week. And it makes the most perfect toast and the best bruschetta bread with my homegrown tomatoes.

I’m still adjusting to the changes in my life and sometimes I feel as though I have to validate my lack of social activities with other events such as gardening, cooking, going out for coffee or jazz or organising a camp oven roast and dinner under the stars. They’re all lovely things to do but I can’t deny I’m a little bit lonely. It’s good for me though, I plan on going rural when I finish my education graduate diploma and it’s going to be just me on my lonesome. I can do this! 

Love to you all,

xo

I found this last Sunday.

A little broken dead butterfly. It was stunningly beautiful and I felt privileged that I was able to look at this fragile insect up close. This was the only photo I managed to get before the wind blew it out of my hands. I couldn’t bring myself to pick it up again.

This whole new world being the world of kids. I have been volunteering in a few local schools in prep to year 3 for the last few months and because of this I have been privy to some fantastic conversations. My two favourites are from some prep kids. I just have to share them.

Let’s set the scene for the first one. I was with the teachers having lunch and the kids were outside playing and this little girl comes tearing up to the classroom (I won’t use real names here, let’s call her Talea and her teacher can be Mrs Smith).Talea starts exclaiming very loudly, “Mrs Smith! Mrs Smith! My hat blew off my head into the sky!”

Mrs Smith asked, “Did you throw it upwards?”

“No! The wind blew it off my head into the clouds!”

“Did you look for it? Is it on the ground somewhere?”

“No, because it’s up in the sky!”

Well, it turns out that she left her hat in the office and had gone back down to the playground without it and when she realised that her hat wasn’t on her head it led her to the most logical conclusion!

Now for the second story. It’s another preppy story. There is this adorable kid in this prep class named (for the sake of this story) Tom and he’s one of those exuberant little guys who is a lovely boy but not a mummy’s boy and he has the most fantastic cheeky little grin. At this school I am known as Miss Rosie because my mum teaches there and there would be a little confusion over names. As it happens there is still confusion of names for me. Most of the time the children call me Mrs Rosie and I always remind them that it’s Miss not Mrs because I’m not married. And thus my story begins…

Tom was drawing a picture and he wanted some help. He saw me and said, “Mrs Rosie? Can I have some help?”

To which I replied, “Tom, remember it’s Miss Rosie not Mrs Rosie. I’m not married!”

And with the most earnest little face he asked without a beat, “Why aren’t you married?”

“Well, I just haven’t found a boy who will marry me.” I said.

And then came the obviously logical response, “Why don’t you just ask one?”

I told him I’d try that next time. I’ll let you know how it goes!