You probably saw this already, but I nearly exploded when I saw it, so I just had to repost it. Dogs, Doctors, what’s not to love? It it’s all new to you, make sure that you click on the image to view it in larger format and glory in the perfection; and then you can go visit the artist at Etsy.
1. A micro-brewery and boutique beer bar has opened up conveniently close to the office. They play vinyl.
2. I could now ride my bike to the a local sourdough bakery and do yoga there on a Wednesday night. If I owned a bike.
3. Not far from the bakery is an organic farm store. Beautiful fresh vegies, organic groceries and a food school as well.
Are we finally getting hipster cred in this unfashionable part of the world? I sure hope so. We could do with a bit of Portlandia round here.
4. I dithered for ages before I ordered this Mark Hearld book, wondering if I should be so indulgent. I am very, very glad I did, it is superb. His work inspires and delights.
5. I have been caught up in the whirlwind that is the school community’s annual art show for the last few weeks. It was fun and exhausting and energising. I love being a part of the team that brings this event to life. Now to try and get some normal back.
6. I now have creepy jewelry hands to hold my necklaces. This is good.
7. Normal is relative.
Keiko likes to watch me paint. Sometimes he likes to help me paint.
Notice the pronoun? That’s right, our little girl cat IS A LITTLE BOY CAT.
He’s pretty relaxed about it.
My poor little Zadie had to have surgery. She has a luxating patella, which basically means her knee was dislocating and making her lame. Corrective surgery entailed deepening the groove in her bone and pinning the ligament in place. Hopefully, this will keep her bouncing around like a loon for the rest of her life.
Our old dog, Scamp, is having ongoing treatment for arthritis and Keiko is booked in for his de-sexing. I am getting to know the team at the local vet clinic uncomfortably well.
Update to the vegie garden situation. I am too lazy to take photos, so all these are taken by Leo. From spring into summer…
The sunflowers are HUGE. The zucchinis are out of control and making a bid for freedom across the path. I ate all the rocket. The radishes went to seed and then the aphids ate them. The carrots are delicious and so were the broadbeans.
The vegetable garden is now everyones favourite part of the garden.
But now the hot weather is returned. We recently lined the laser-light that covers the deck with willow screens. As a result, the temperature is much improved on the deck; you can actually sit out there on a warm day now.
The nicest part of holidays for me is some time to dabble with a bit of painting and to sit under the trees reading books that I’ve been wanting to read for ages. Lovely.
There’s a lot of stuff I love about Christmas. A shopping list that includes items such as cherries, prawns, chocolate santas and bourbon is one of them.
Also, I love receiving useful and entirely practical gifts. Such as a giant inflatable swan for the swimming pool.
There was no shortage of volunteers to test it out.
Spending time with the family is definitely the best part of Christmas day.
Of course, some of us were a little worn out this morning and found it hard to get out of bed.
And then the delicious quiet and calm of a day at home on Boxing Day. No shopping madness for us, we prefer to lie around reading books and listening to records, all Christmas bounty; eating sandwiches made with leftover ham, drinking rum eggnog and watching the cricket on tv.
I hope your Christmas and Boxing Day are wonderful too.
Yes, it’s a Thomas Hardy quote, in honour of the fulsome ‘Jude the Obscure’, a David Austin rose. He is a beauty, isn’t he? Gorgeously scented too, but a terrible cut flower; all the petals drop almost immediately. Is that why he was named after such a sad and sorry literary character?
I can’t even read the book, the synopsis is enough to make me want to poke my eyes out with a fork. Also, I was made to suffer through ‘Far From The Madding Crowd’ in high school, and studying a book in high school is enough to put you off any author for life.
I’ll just enjoy my beautiful roses instead.
When I began tending this garden, some thirteen years ago, I declared there would be NO PINK.
‘Attention all!’ I said ‘This garden will be a thing of exquisite taste and rare beauty. I do not want any common-as-muck pink flowers of any kind. Pink is offensively suburban and I won’t stand for it. I have spoken.’
No-one was listening, but I do think the dogs were quite impressed by my speech.
And thirteen years on…
Yes, I had standards once. It appears they have slipped.
Or maybe I’m just less of a dick these days.
Here is old Pierre de Ronsard, happily recovered from rabid bastard possum attack. Pierre adorns the side of the arbour that faces the vegie patch. Which is coming on, but we could do with more sunshine. The other Pierre, who is adorning the opposite side of the arbour, is working on a Mystery Project. Details to come.
Meantime, I am embracing the pink.
God, I hope that’s not a euphemism for something disgusting.