Loving…revolution, sunflowers and birthdays

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Loving…Sunflowers

Seeing these beauties pop up in places I’d forgotten I’d planted makes the heart happy in ways that other flowers simply don’t. While I have a soft spot for marigolds, zinnias, lavendar, nasturtium, cosmos and calendula… Sunflowers have a little extra something about them. (They also have smaller unpredictable life span, as I never quite know when a cockatoo is going to make off with one of the heads. Cheeky buggers.)

Loving…birthdays

Planning small celebrations for the smallest who is no longer so very small. She’s been birthed and has grown a whole handful of years within these blog pages. Getting to celebrate her life makes this mama’s heart sing.

Loving… Revolution

I had initially posted this on instagram in a moment of heat fuelled utter frustration which was then redirected into energy….I still stand by these words and I loved reading people’s responses to it.

Plant a tree, build a garden, seek more knowledge, share your knowledge, find your tribe where people there think you are wonderful, explore other communities, know your farmers, stop and think, dare to dream, don’t sit quietly in the corner because you were told to, stand up for things that are important, stand beside the person who dares to say, no we don’t want this. Stand beside the person who says YES we do want this. Spend a few extra minutes, hours, days, weeks, months in your life to make a difference. Of course it helps. It does it always does.

Care about things. Everyone has a voice, make it heard where it matters. Whether it be through the written word, through art, creativity, through actions, poetry, an added body in a finding momentum crowd. To be quiet or noisy can be equally effective. Ripples or waves, go good people go. We can all be game changers.

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[“Often life’s pleasures pass us by simply because we don’t take a moment to focus on them… Make a point of noticing everyday something that uplifts your spirit or tickles your heart… Stop to breathe in the joy of this moment and then tell someone about it. Share your joy and revel in it. When your joy is savoured, and then shared, it is magnified…” ROBIN GRILLE]

What are you loving at the moment?

New Shoes…New Doors

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I’m not entirely sure how it happened.

Maybe I turned my head? Blinked longer than I should have, and there she went. Grew up and went right out the door with a backpack on her back. Shiny black shoes on her feet and more bubbles of excitement than any other regular given day.

New doors are opening, others simply have quietly shut.

It’s a big one for both of us, so I’m taking it in. Taking it all in.

The last baby bird just went to school.

 

Splashing through Summer

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The hot night shadows speak to each other. Everything seems noisier when it’s 34C at 11.30 at night. The heat sits there like a uncomfortable blanket you can’t pull off.

A fan overhead spins relentlessly. Cooling you it isn’t. Just moving the hot funk of night time round a bit.

Thoughts wonder. Back to the early morning swims of today, the late afternoon swims followed by hot chips of the day before and then all the swims in the middle. This is what this summer has been made of, salty sea water dips that do far more than just cool you off. This is soul building time. It’s memory making and it’s person defining. What that even means at 11.30 at night when you brain has been reduced to hot mush, you’re not sure. But water, it’s an important part of our life, that much is certain.

This summer there is no emptying of removal boxes and no building raised garden beds. No this summer is a little different. A slower pace, a sandy barefoot pace.

Sand has snuck into small people’s beds, swimmers dry on the line in perpetual rotation.

They’ll go swimming again in the morning. Before it gets too hot, well hotter. The laughs, the jumps, the squeals of delight. Splash…

A child’s cry cuts through the salt water thoughts of tomorrow. Listening intently, for the signal to commando roll out of bed and reassure as needed. I’m not though. Not needed. Just a dream, just hot night fuelled dream.

Back to the ambitious fan overhead, and thoughts of tomorrow. Splashing through summer that’s what we are doing.

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Along with countless swimming time, this summer period I’ve been given a beautiful reminder to have fun. Don’t ever forget the fun. This is truly the good stuff of life, and just because you are an ‘adult’ doesn’t mean the fun has to stop. Sometimes I do forget though and this year I’m going to make damn sure that this doesn’t happen often. 

If you look for us by the sea. We’re the ones, skimming rocks, playing tips and holding handstand competitions.

* If you are looking for an easy Summer dessert, I still love this one. Summer Berry Tart. An easy one to prep ahead of time.

The Garden that Grows

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It’s 5.30am and there is a grey stillness to the morning. Although light the sun won’t properly rise for another 15 minutes or so. The quiet hour, the garden hour. It’s summer holiday period round these parts and a different rhythm that doesn’t get found often. Mornings have been spent in two ways of late. Either by the waters edge or here, in the garden.

After a year now of creating beds, building soil profiles, planting, transplanting, weeding, growing, harvesting and eating. This small city garden has just now gone through 4 seasons.

We’ve tracked shadows during the colder months, picked 10’s of kilos of tomatoes during the warm, and frowned over countless unseen critters and their impact on our growings.

This is something that has been a long time in the making. Where small potted plants gave way for a variety of raised garden beds. There are still lessons to be learnt, corners to build up, and plants to try out, but it’s a start, and a wonderful one at that. A tiny corner to take refuge from the noise of the day, a place to grow vegetables and ideas. A pocket of edible greens in an otherwise landscape of lawns.

It’s not perfect, and there are still a multitude of lumps to work through, but it’s got sun, soil, water, and enthusiasm. With that goes a multitude of possibilities.

This is the garden that grows.

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More garden posts…

…and then the slugs moved in.

Best flowers to grow for you and your bees

Compost, sharing the love

2017…stories yet to be told

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There’s new beginnings in this year

New chapters,

Stories yet to be told

Intentions still not made clear

Sweet adventures to be had

Tears still to tumble onto unsuspecting cheeks

Food to marvel at the simple deliciousness,

(sourdough to bake)

Hugs to hold tight

Thoughts to find pace

and creativity to gain wings.

Hello 2017, I’ve been expecting you.

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What’s in store for you? What new chapters will be written?

That’s a wrap

The garden is whispering to me,

the kids want to go swimming,

the dog wants a run,

and I’ve got a reading pile the length of two arms.

Thanks for taking the time to hangout in 2016 dear readers. I’m really looking forward to seeing what next year brings but also keen to see how much garden time, swims, dog runs and reading I can squeeze into the now.

2016 saw a bundle of different topics covered here, so I thought I’d do a quick recap before I’m lost to the wilds of the kids, go swimming with the dog and spend time reading the garden, (or something like that.)

Something that plays an important part of my life, The Kindness Exchange or The Gift Economy, and also loved ones that remind me to make time for what matters.

Gluten free cooking got a look in with the Buckwheat Pancakes and Chickpea Pancakes becoming family favourites.

Setting up a whole new garden this year meant I was now focussing on Soldier Fly LarvaeSlug Problems and how to set up and maintain your Compost. Along with planting some of the Best Flowers to grow for you and your Bees (and a little extra bee love information here.)

My poor misguided children gagged their way through Spinach and Fetta Bread and for the sourdough bakers out there, something you might find handy, a how to Dehydrate your Starter and bring it back to LIFE again tutorial.

While I adore playing with words, sometimes it’s just about the pictures, like a mini winter break, staying in the Hunter Valley which was lovely, and good reminder to do things you love, like How to be Creative with Kids Around (or how to milk the day for everything it has.)

There were lots more posts throughout the year if you are still keen to do more reading and if not, instead, you intend taking some time off to spend with loved ones, dig your fingers in the soil and bake tray loads of traditional Scandinavian treats (surely not just me??) Well, enjoy that time dear people.

See you in January!

 

39 reasons to feel content

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Long swims at sunrise, and heart flipping coffees. That’s how I wanted to start the year of being 39, doing two of the things that I love to do best. I also wanted to be with my crew, my gang, my posse of wild ones. The ones that don’t mind so much when I nuzzle into their necks, breathe in deep, while following that up with long hugs that don’t need explaining. I wanted buckwheat pancakes with strong drippy honey and dance sessions that end only when true tiredness sneaks in.

Indulgent yes. And I make no excuses for that. This last year has been a strong one (this last week even), a year of so many new things, and old things, and sometimes it’s been a struggle to keep up. Not now though, not this day. This day I’m charging up, refuelling, filling my basket of contentment for whatever the next year unfolds.

  1. Long sea swim at sunrise in the rain. 2. Heart flipping coffees 3. Gentle hugs. 4. Buckwheat pancakes. 5. Running fast with the whippet. 6. Quietly gardening. 7. Connecting with people who get you. 8. Books, beautiful books. 9. Thinking time. 10. Fast card games. 11. Dancing. 12. Singing loud. 13. Picking flowers from your garden. 14. Homemade marmalade. 15. Belly laughing texts. 16. Thoughtful gifts. 17. Recipe book flicking. 18. Recipe book baking. 19. Handwritten notes. 20. Stretching. 21. Walking barefoot on soft grass. 22. Local organic wine sipping. 23.Tiny packages delivered to the door. 24. Watching bees do what they do best. 25. Making tiny plans. 26. Creating exciting stories out of everyday objects. 27. Making big plans. 28. Belly laughs. 29. Giggles. 30. Movie watching. 31. Drawing. 32. Reading about places you would love to visit. 33. Marzipan. 34. Listening to music (loud) 35. Photo inspiration. Surprise babysitting. 36. Chats over back fences. 37. Holding hands. 38. Balmy evenings. 39. Sunset clouds with my gang.

white, red and black…going gently

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White coriander flower

Red strawberries

Black nose

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I’m getting better at listening to myself. I don’t always interpret things the way that they could be, but I’m getting better at it. Slowly.

When the week pulls to a stop, and everything seems to have tiny dinging bells telling me to bring it all in, to go slower, to go gently. I’m listening. It probably took longer than it should have, but I’m here now.

Have a gentle weekend people.

The Song of Spring

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She’s been whispering for weeks now,

just a hint of a melody at first,

and a soft warm breath noticed at the base of the neck.

The light longer and brighter,

changing with the fastening beat of the season,

tickety tick, tickety tick…

no longer the slow deep boom of winter,

it’s a light footed dance from grass blade to flower,

notes skipping from one side to another.

This is spring and she’s drawing us out,

with promises of picnics, new garden beds and ideas,

a warbling magpie joins in with an accompanying beat,

she too knows this annual tune,

this is the Song of Spring.