Right now…
Crossing the Daintree river by ferry!
Loaded with papayas and coconuts.

We have travelled for chamomiles and chamomiles up the blue woad to her majesty’s land
this last week. Time to relax. I will catch you up later x
waking up to.
this fine nest of eggs.

this wild woven willow nest was Jesse’s gift to me upon return from a recent trip to New Zealand. in such contrast to my own methodical approach to weaving which is my meditation and pleasure, i am moved to joy with Jesse’s wild cohesion. his first basket i believe. and for me. oh.
i’m touched that he has spoken to me in a language i understand and have great fluency. the concentrated placing of stems, the twining, the listening with fingertips to the song of the sticks, the bend, flex and play, the creation of something beautiful and useful from nothing and deeply pleasing is the remarkable willow perfume.
it enraptures me as i pass and underlies the blueprint aroma of our house at present. slightly spicy, true tree essence. this scent turned me onto a new road in my life when i entered Mike Lillian’s willow weaving workshop in Kakanui in 2008. as i entered this richly scented haven, more baskets than i could poke a stick at and bundles of rods, graded and waiting! i was entwined with a deep knowing of familiarity and a sense of coming home. i think i have done this before. Mike gifted me with a willow technique book and as we drove home from Sydney to WA i was weaving my first willow basket. he gifted me with more guidance and great yarns on subsequent visits.
this willow so recently harvested by Jesse’s hand on Mike’s farm on the south island; where he grows all his willow stock for the years intricate weavings. these wildly twined together green shoots tell me a beautiful story from Jesse’s fingers and travels.
this morning it found it’s purpose. mayhap one day it will hold eggs from our own hens. i would have hens laying various coloured eggs. white for dyeing of course, pale blue, tiny speckles, sturdy brown, the pale pink/apricot, and on and on.
my beloved also brought me a master basket of Mike’s, a French ‘panier a jour’. a lightweight and sturdy market basket which has already had a few fruitful adventures. if i wasn’t using it so much it would be high on the wall of honour.

i won’t question why these wonderful woven vessels make me so happy.
i shall simply rest in the joy of it all and carry on weaving.
my friends, i am a true basket case.
and looking forward to north queensland’s abundant coconut fronds for weaving in just a couple of weeks!
ps much love to you Mike and AnneMarie, thanks for putting some fat on Jesse x
it’s been a long time since i’ve archived Lily’s art so here are a bunch for her fans x
On Cedar’s request. Lily and Cedar with his favorite birds. Blue Fairy Wrens and the brown Fairy Wren girls and some babies.
Lydia had an ice-skating 10th birthday party! such a great experience Lily has been longing for since I told her stories from my childhood ice experiences.
a Family portrait.

Lily has an incredible connection with birds. She talks with the kookaburras each morning and has names for those whose call she recognises. at the river a kookaburra alighted less than a foot away and connected with her for some long moments before returning above us and watching our fireside rest. Lily revealed that morning she had asked the kookaburras to come close to her, when she heard them singing in the dawn. Biscuit, her pet as she crowned the river kookaburra.
the following three illustrations are from summer in Tasmania, we where exploring The Norse Myths for Lily’s main lesson and enjoying the legends and the creation concepts. Lily and her dragon. Yggdrasil tree of creation. The creation of man and woman from an Ash tree and an Elm tree.


a fairy house. my guess is that’s lily upstairs reading..
during the genie days… Ringo my miniature Genie is the caption.
Cedar is becoming a fine artist in his own right. drawing brings us all together at times. a happy squishy moment for me to witness.
x
TAKING STOCK {making stock} May
inspired and borrowed from Pip over at Meet me at Mikes
a glance around my life presently. a record to reflect upon.
Making : The choice to be grateful; Many times a day for many small momentous moments. Ziggy for Cedar. Dolls. Turn a square for Jesse. (shhh but it will be really cold in NZ in June…) lots of clothes for the children, a crafty mess!
Cooking : fish head soup! i know. weird and primitive. salsa verde, jaffles, 24 hour ferment sourdough bread, scones
Drinking : fermented grape juice. oops left the Black muscatel juice out of the fridge… tummy soother tea
Reading: The Endless Forest also Veggie Gardening magazines
Wanting: a field of carrots and potatoes to call my own, a third day off school for children
Looking: forward to playing with friends, singing, watering the garden in the early golden day
Playing: more games with Lily in the evening. Quirkle and Uno
Deciding: to write more, join a choir, be funnier
Wishing: i was a happy early riser
Enjoying: Autumn’s cool kiss, sleeping in the bus,
Waiting: to get hungry, to grow up, to see my mama
Liking: straight talking
Wondering: why i behave like a nuclear reactor some days
Loving: patience, forgiveness, repair
Pondering: the fact that i am buying cabbage seedlings. i must be settling in here!
Considering: the madness of leaving again in 8 no 7 weeks! {now it’s 4! eek}
Watching: small things grow bigger

Hoping: my raw liver pills arrive tomorrow, i can learn the female vocals to Bob Marleys Hold onto this feeling
Marvelling: the magnificent jewel coloured gowns the deciduous trees are wearing these days, the good clever smart of solar powered lamps

Needing: to run downhill and play like my children
Smelling: the first orange harvest, bread, Autumn winds
Wearing: brown velvet autumn leaves
Following: my instincts
Noticing: it makes me happier
Knowing: i need time to walk and breathe. alone.
Thinking: what will the next chapter be?
Feeling: amused by a playful fellow, the depth of love for my little people, excited about up coming photography work
Admiring: others photography, people who are storytellers, a meditating mama friend, honesty
Sorting: a tiny fridge after growers market abundance appears. wardrobes. my head.
Buying: woollen unders, Josephs coat yarns, a seatbelt
Getting: joy from laying on the ground and feeling
Bookmarking: willy wagtail woollens
Listening: Loren Kate esp Deeper than the deep blue sea, The Neville brothers, Yungchen Lamo, Jesse
Writing: seasonal poems, songs, poetree, silly words
Disliking: lack of fire place, self criticism, forgetting,
Opening: bags of fresh ground flour, pecans, hazelnuts, oranges, mama’s day gift, my heart

Giggling: at farts, dancing, my little genie
Feeling: happiest outside, cosy under wool quilts, grateful for rain, incredulous at the rewards of gardening, different
Snacking: Jennifer apples, salsa verde, Lily biscuits

Coveting: a fire box to warm my heart and tootsies
Wishing: to remain in the now or somewhere nearby it. i could knit faster.
Helping: little people learn little lifelong skills
Hearing: the big moons silvery shimmer, plants grow, farts, inner giggles
xx
in the fields the pecan trees drop their bountiful treasure
the cockatoos swing overhead and the ticks lurk below shadows
a basket of size or make, soon spills brown eggs to hatch small brown birds
the queen nut and her babies are captured lovingly
while children bounce, frolic, nest and throw.
oh to covet a fireside nut crushing eve
and invent our own fairytales
this kinship and little people wriggles
jaffles in moonlight and the bright silhouettes sway
the foragers filled and the gypsies sleep by the coals in mandarin cloaks




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nut tree nut tree
there is treasure hidden in your leaves
nut tree nut tree
drop your gifts down to me
and Miss F for the capture of me in the frames above.
pumpkin and pecan pie anyone?
pecan ice cream?
pecan truffles?
pecan and cinnamon cake?
pecan and mushroom soup?
pecan pecan hecan mecan?
xx
did you like my nutty poetree? and my nutty daughter?
because you are what you eat!!
more on foraging here.
this moment
a fridayish ritual
one special photograph from my week.
my my how this cherub has grown!
you can see his first photo shoot with me here.