Waking up to…

Mango trees and a squawking corella

The prospect of new friendship with the kind Karen

And Sunday pancakes with home grown mango ice cream!!

I cherish this ritual of pancakes on most Sundays, it’s a slow morning’s work and definately

disappears quickly! At home we set the table with vintage linens, napkins Lily sewed for us

and nice crockery and create this special atmosphere…

it is usually a delightful time of togetherness, story telling and planning.

Sunday is a great morning to visit us!

as soon as I get out the flour bag and the big bowl Cedar knows what is going on

and gets ready to stir for mama

Cedar is accomplished at mixing our pancake batter now

This was our first pancake day on this trip as I’d felt too stretched to go beyond porridge last week…

a new innovation the girls cam up with, with some success…

This last Sunday we were invited to the home of Karen and her children, whom we had serendipitously met on the

Saturday at Rockhampton Botanic Gardens.

It is always a joy for me to connect with people who  invite us to their homes

and give us a glimpse of other ways of living.

I am so grateful for their generous spontaneity

(and luxury of a hot shower)

The mutual exchange and inspiration usually leaves both parties refreshed.

Karen really inspired me with her passion for good wholesome eating, self sufficiency,

sprouting, green smoothies and home schooling.

I have stepped up my game this last week and included green smoothies into my mornings.

In honesty I need to refine the taste!

Am blessed with a great bootfull of coconuts now so that helps!

When we visit others

I enjoy the closeness of walls and the convenience of water on tap, furniture and ease of space,

socializing and stimulation, bookshelves and instruments

and then I love going out to my cosy home in their garden and seeing the stars

and each night I remember how much I love this life

how much I appreciate the simplicity of our days.

The gift of the night sky moves me and I feel connected to the greater…

Lily, Gracie and Sophie took over the cooking with more creativity!

Do you have a family or personal weekly ritual with the intent of connecting with each other/self?

 

Cookie cut pancakes, fresh fruits, organic maple syrup and home made pure mango ice-cream! Decadance!

Sunday Pancakes

1 cup flour per 3 people (I use unbleached white spelt flour from Kombu)

1 egg

¾ c milk (I like Cleopatra’s Bath milk)

Pop your flour into a wide bowl and make a well,

Crack in your egg and blend with a fork, slowly allow the flour to be picked up by

Your egg mix

Slowly pour in your milk until you get a thick runny mixture (adjust milk as needed)

(you probably already know all this but there you go!)

I have a little cast iron pan in which I cook the pancakes in a little olive oil one at a time, a slow meditation for Sunday morns…

Yum, decorate with all the yummies you can find…

Waking up to…

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as we travel, sometimes we are blessed with the generosity of people giving their home grown produce to us,

Such as Karen who not only spontaneously hosted us for the night but farewelled us with vibrant greegroans dried mango from her garden!

or at the close of a market Jesse can sometimes be laden with produce, like yesterday at the Rockhampton Market he came back with a bag of luscious herbs…

sometimes we find a neglected fruit tree dripping ripeness to the ground (like the above mandarins)

sometimes it’s fruit trees in a public area, more of a rarity, or overhanging a fence.

We check with the property owners and often come away with an abundance of good food for free.

Foraging has some particular reward that is unique, (I haven’t fully articulated it to satisfaction here)

sure it’s great to save some coins when we live on a small budget, but more than that I appreciate that the fruit will be nourishing someone rather than dropping to the ground rotting, and the sharing of abundance when one has it. The village concept of exchange and generosity.

I love to find community gardens, where often in exchange for some weeding we can harvest some fruit, veg or salad greens, usually organically and lovingly grown, this food has a specialness and connection, as I relate to the scents as we gathered it, the weather at the time, the people we connected with and how the children brought me flowers and herbs, observed nature and learnt about how and where our food comes from.

We all seem to relax in these big green spaces and find some retreat from the stimulation of travelling, communing with plants and critters fills our souls again.

In Bellingen where we have been based the last two years there is a fantastic community garden, actually two now!

Also a program of edible gardens in the town, my favorite stop is by the real eastate agents front yard full of salad greens and herbs!

and we often visit Mullumbimby Community Gardens which has a fantastic Food for All section.

I deeply appreciate the work of the committed folk who keep these places going.

We often joke about our bus roof garden complete with chickens and a milking goat…..

Ayla’s rainbow connection

In the Shalom market tucked amongst the produce, plants and bric a brac

I was delighted to find

a stall of gorgeous and whimsical knit, crotchet and sewn goodies!

Ayla’s grandparents run this stall and use the proceeds to fund her support

for details go to Ayla’s Rainbow Connection

I enjoyed talking Ravelry patterns, pure wool supplies

(I recommend Weave, Bilby Yarns and Bendigo Mill)

children, baby signing and life with these lovely folk

who where for me a beacon of creative inspiration and good intent

and supply of gorgeous wool soakers!

Blessings

R

if you have any favorite wool or craft suppliers leave me a note in the comments and lets support these

 valued businesses and each other in our creativity!

Grasses…

open sprawls of dried grasses

endless shades of russet , gold and ochre with

vibrant greens the peeping understory

soaking up the new dew

echoed over with ghosts of great forests

how changing is the hand of man.

tall to hide the legs of beasts, they become

 horned cushions upon the carpet of whispering grasses.

aged grasses brittle and snappish

dried grasses flexy and weavish

spent grasses the nannies of the wet winters youth.

seed heads often lavender and chocolate

furry letters of hope to the earth

grasses native or traveller

which way did the wind blow you here?

surface dweller or deeply rooted

here for years or

pass with one season of romancing the winds.

grasses wild and uncut

grasses munched and shat

grasses a frivolous sunset frolic

grasses a hidey place

grasses a cushy place.

listen for the ode to grass on the breeze

chant freedom and original open prairies for grass!

let them dance their seed weighted fronds

in the winds of the whirled

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