December

Turned 46. My word. I shall hold on to my new hat (Akubra, genuINE, gorgeous)and head for 50 in a relaxed, graceful manner. Freak hail storm. So far plenty of water. Let's hope it doesn't all fizzle out by January! Tarts and jam (25 bottles). A lady's gotta do somethin' with all them apricots.

It's time again for....

Apricot jam..... Christmas Chalk board....(inspired by this one) Seeing what the bees have been up to all year..... Planting, harvesting, fine tuning showing off and sharing the garden........ And making Christmas presents.....Any good ideas??

finito

Thanks to Jo for this photo! Jenny Thomas and I in my final recital. It was a lovely night and I felt all the good things one ought to feel at the end of a three year performance degree - inspired, grateful, assertive, nervous, relieved, excited, a bit sad, satisfied....

Extreme Camping

wet, windy, cold and none-the-less delight for the kids. Adults a tad grumpy, damp, exhausted. Semesters come to grinding halts - with great results and goodbyes and ideas and sweet relief. The best thing about a less than spectacular camping trip, is coming home. Sweet home. Dry, warm, out of the wind. Endless cups of tea. And happy children.

Bloomin' Fantastic

Food glorious food of the greenest kind. And flowers. And fruit.

Bea Season 2

I love the colour of honey comb, the texture, the smell and the liquid gold it carries. Martin brought home some hives we've had out on a friend's property. The bees had left empty comb, still coloured by their labour.