All Grown Up.

Our pretty little girls are all grown up now and laying an egg a day. They’ve been kept to the confines of the chicken run for the last couple of months to allow all the new plants and seeds get established, but this morning we let them free range in the garden for the first time and they loved it.

xx Em

Cold Snap.

The cold weather seems to have finally settled in this week and not a moment too soon because my agitation was reaching critical mass. Having Summer run all the way to May is not lovely, the endless heat is not a bonus, it’s the shite product of climate change and it makes me want to scream. Actually there are a whole lot of ignorant, self absorbed humans who make me want to scream right now. The world is entirely out of kilter with cruelty, stupidity and greed holding the balance of power. Why is it so hard for people to be kind and clever and compassionate? It’s perplexing.

It felt good to switch off from the world and spend time in the garden this morning. The claret blush of the grapevine; the golden glow of the quince; the pops of pink from lingering summer blooms; the cooling hues of salvia and violet...all balm for the soul. 

xx Em

Yarralumla Lovely

We popped over to Yarralumla for a coffee and a stroll around the lake to Weston Park this morning. Autumn is starting to unfurl herself despite the lingering heat.

Have a gorgeous weekend!

xx Em

A little bit of Lanyon.

Hello Lovelies,

Hope everyone had a wonderfully sweet long weekend. The boys begrudgingly went back to school this morning after four days filled with play, chocolate and cuddles from Nana and Aunty Kate. In between dishing out hugs to the boys and making us laugh with her antics, my mum was busy volunteering at the National Folk Festival over the weekend. She had such a great time and got to listen to a huge variety of music while she was there. Yesterday was the final day of the festival so this morning I took her to Lanyon Homestead for morning tea before she headed south to the Snowy Mountains to volunteer at The Man From Snowy River Festival. 

As we drove through the gates we both realised that the last time I’d been at Lanyon was on the day of Rach’s funeral a year ago and the last time Mum was at Lanyon was when we came with Rach and the kids two years ago  What a bittersweet feeling it was to come back again today.

We had coffee on the terrace then took a stroll around the garden which was looking ever so pretty with a family of ducks waddling about the orchard and artists perched on little stools painting landscapes with their watercolours. 

We bumped into Lanyon’s housekeeper who was gathering flowers and I’ve decided that I VERY MUCH want her job! Imagine working in this glorious place....happy sigh!

We bought a couple of Autumn Joy sedums from the tiny homestead plant stall by the front gate. I’m going to plant them with the sedum I bought from Lanyon last year. There something special about having a little bit of Lanyon in my own garden. 

Thanks for such a lovely visit Mumma! Hope the next festival is just as fantastic! Love you to the moon and back!

xx Em