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Waking up to…
Waking up to…
Heidi and Peter bringing in the goats for milking
{we have only just finished devouring Heidi by Johanna Spyri these last days, now look at our new reality!}
an enjoyable chore surprisingly!
I am nowhere near as dexterous as these young ones on the milking front…
I had always thought I detested goat’s milk, but here… yum, so sweet and mild
throughout the day i listen for the tinkle of the bell in the orchard and enjoy watching these nimble girls scamper about, balance up trees to peg down tasty leaves or frolic about in that particular goaty fashion.
I am enjoying the developing relationship with these curious, opportunistic, character filled creatures and am deeply grateful for their delicious milk and subsequent cheeses which our kind friend makes! Yum
something to love on the farm…
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Glimpses of Outdoors
Glimpses of Outdoors
a gallery of outdoor moments from my visit to my family in Western Australia
outside I love
the wind
and how I almost fly
I am enlivened and refreshed
by breeze from distant seas
rustling leaves and whispering trees
or thrashing branches and lashing stances
outside the space surrenders me
and my smalls are free
running flopping
stomping rolling
watching witnessing
finding
hiding
grace of equine gallops
echoed in shorter limbs
husky love song of long grass
shimmering godly sunsets
moon rise so graceful and silent
birdsong twittering or raucous
all makes me quieter within in wonder
attentive I am to
sky song
star song
goose song
garden song
planting song
digging song
children song
flower song
harvest song
my song
earth song
calling beckoning drawing out into
the springtime song
a great cacophony of lifes vital forces emerging
infectious energy and creativity
cousins make fairy homes in the grevillea
while plants stretch new leaves at the sun
and buds open to the breeze
glimpses of indoors
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Glimpses Of Indoors a gallery of moments from my month with my extended family in Western Australia a chapter of time many shared moments centered around the hearth and the heart centered around all the activities which have their place … Continue reading
all in one day
our last day on the farm or was it days?
entailed lots of outdoorsey horsey time
and lots of quiet knitting sitting with my mama
{see how fancy she knits}
i said to her
“when I grow up I might knit fancy socks too…”
she replied in the vein of
“when do you know you are grown up?”
“when i knit fancy socks of course”
on the winding deck on the eastern house side you can chase the sun all morning long… and maybe have a spontaneous yoga session…
after babies sleep we went to a friends stables and Lily got to groom, ride and feed a placid freckled nana horse…
I got distracted by the divine golden blooming wattles… mmmm… i wish i was a bee
then after lunch off down the field to see aunty’s horsies
we all sat about and watched her give her horse Bowen and then work with another naughty pony which did not want to be caught
photographed cute baby instead of horses
no big trees to climb here yet, so miss monkey goes up other obstacles…
they are growing though… i remember a certain cold day with a very little Lily,
hands cold in the earth and mud planting some of the sheoaks and melaleuca ‘s at the bottom of this little forest
and now a date with the long oatey grass and my little ones
i was captivated by the sound of the wind in the long grass, i felt very still amidst the sea of green, the scent of sweet oats, children’s giggles and calls and falls,
memories of making grass houses just like this with my best friend of childhood, rolling about flattening rooms, making oaty meals, looking at the sky and feeling hidden and safe
i was trully enraptured by grasses again, this was the golden glow of my day, here simply laying in the grass, a truly happy simple moment to savour
it certainly sweetened me amidst all the weeping and longing of leaving…
then i managed to convince Lily to shoot me
in my newly hemmed more complicated than it could have been pocketed mama cheerful springtime skirt
really digging the clash of blue prints and red boots…
what do you wear on the farm?
goodbye to this part of our travels
filled with sweetness and mama love and family closeness
thankyou all of you who enrich my life and cradle me in the family nest, help me, encourage me, tease me, put up with me, hug me and love me
Waking up to
Yesterday i was Waking up to…
Surprise Lily muffins
Well Lily is sure feeling better!
My rest was interrupted by a few
“mama where is flour, do we have chocolate and more…”
secretive business from my girl who’s barely spoken for four days with a sore throat.
When I got up at a request to light the oven…
Look what I found going on in nannas kitchen!
” I just mashed bananas with a little cream then stirred in flour, baking powder and just a tiny bit of sugar!”
Sometimes I’m just heart swellingly pleased with this child’s confidence and imagination!
I am so delighted that she feels confident to make up her own recipe, knows the key ingredients to muffins and method by memory and observation and the savvy to rummage my mamas kitchen for things she needed unsupervised and knows how to be safe about it too.
Enjoying a good mama moment, pleased that I have modeled and encouraged Lily to be comfortable in the kitchen realms. And tidy too! Surprise !
And the big reward my daughter has made me muffins! Yes it’s all about me me me. no really! I am just so touched by her actions and glad she is feeling better , well I am just giving myself a tiny pay on the back for all the kitchen time I’ve cherished with her…
I hope I can swallow at least a little muffin …
It’s been a variety of soups and lemon, honey, ginger and sage teas to fortify us with our sore throats for days now.
Boo hoo miserable painful end to holiday…
Mm they are delicious is the verdict!
And I managed to squeeze one down the hatch.
There’s nothing like being really ill to bring gratitude for simple, special things into my life again:)
I apologize for any nonsensical or silly bits!
to excuse myself I am still suffering momentary delirium….
it’s the wildflowe…
it’s the wildflowers
in full festival
it’s the flowers
in every glance a hint of colour to be investigated
it’s the flowers
tiny, subtle, gracious, intricate
it’s the flowers
beckoning me across the road and into the woods
it’s the flowers
delaying me and making little ones impatient with mama as they spring on to new finds
(and me impatient with them for pulling me away, yes must go alone sometimes…)
it’s the flowers
invisibe to a casual eye
revealed with attention
unveiled with presence and patience
delighting all of us with their own groupings and gatherings
what do flowers communicate?
and here and here another another
it’s the flowers
which distract Cedar from falling asleep on walks of that intent
it’s the flowers
the bold red/orange/burgundy pea his favorite and each bush gestured and acknowledged
it’s the flowers
immaculate petalled orchids the queens
puffy pompom wattles
spreading cheerful red leschenaultia and running postman
tall sunshine billy buttons
minute pink fairies
countless silky blues orchids
spider orchids
purple pansy orchids
red beaks
dampiera
dryandras
tiny delicate fringed lily twiner
bright abundant cowslips
tall breezy jug orchids in mint candy striped shirts
at least five variations on the donkey orchid
black eyed pinks
and a myriad more I cannot name but love no less
it’s the flowers
the carpet of which trails our eyes through the open woodland
it’s the flowers
which bring me here in spring
it’s the flowers
whose essence and healing I soak up
it’s the flowers
the discovery of rarities a thrill each one thrillier that the last
it’s the flowers
in rain or wind or warm
beckoning a beautiful bouquet
in amongst the silver brown hued timber
it’s the flowers
enlivening and uplifting me
it’s the flowers
stretching my smile eyes and mind
it’s the flowers.
it is.
A Denmark Day
Mama and I and the little ones spent a happy day browsing and completing errands in the Coastal Forest town of Denmark
After visiting the two op shops and finding some great embroidered linens and pastel Johnson Bro bread plates we had a tasty lunch at
while Nanna went for acupuncture Cedar Lily and I where playful in the riverside park. A pretty cool playground, some stately old Marri and Karri trees…
I had one of those moments again. one of those precious ones where my heart pauses and I am then flooded with sentiment as I watch my little ones in their innocence and fun and kindness and I give an enormous breath of gratitude to the gift they are in my life, and the beauty and clarity of sunlight and the cool scent in the air almost overwhelms me with the richness of nature and my place in it.
try and imagine how old this Marri tree is… All it has witnessed… the slow pulsating rhythm of being a tree… go and find one and sit or lay under it or climb into her arms and soak up some arboreal wisdom…
Yes Cedar is out and about in his pyjama jumper… he loves it as much as I do… It’s from Engel via Cambridge baby
oh how i love the scent of rivers,
growing up an inland girl the novelty of bounteous water is yet to fade…
the myriad of light refractions on waters surface amuse me endlessly, the green shade and becooled air which stirs about draping leaves becalms me
and refreshes me and i am enchanted in my thoughts as i move us up to the colourful delight of wool heaven!
I was getting distracted from choosing yarn for a bold project I am about to undertake of making Lily a short sleeved cardigan for the coming seasons from an Elizabeth Zimmerman patern resized to vaguely fit an eight! phew. I think I’m abit out of depth but looking forward to the challenge.
I chose an heirloom silk touch Merino, Alpaca, Silk blend and Lily chose a sweet sky blue tint.
Lily had been quietly amusing herself, when I appeared to check with what she was amused I saw…
You know those beautiful enticing rows of neat embroidery threads in every good crafting shop? well…
Mothers panic try to be calm…
“honey what are you up to?”
thinking…oh god We are going to be kicked out, no worse I will have to painfully sort these all out into colour batches and rehang them. oh crikey
“Hi mama, these where all in a jumbly mess, some kids been playing with them probably so I took them all off and I’m sorting them out!”
“ah OK good one that’s really thoughtful of you”
luckily shop lady overheard and pipes up gratefully that it’s OK and thanks to Lily
phew… phew… phew…
Cedar had been happily driving his new tractor and trailor around which we had just found beautifully made at the Denmark arts centre…
after this we perused the Butter Factory Studios and Alpaca Centre
I am in love with Alpace fibre once again and tried to convince my mum to buy an exhorbitantly priced Alpaca coat to no avail… yet…
I found Cedar a sweet duffel coat by Oobi instead and some fantastic local ceramics.
The end
everyone tired and hungry and wants to go home now
goodbye Denmark til next time
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