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There’s a sort of stillness to the house at the moment.  A sense of waiting.  The much longed for change of seasons is almost here.  Yes, there’s still plenty of shivery cold, but every morning the sun rises that bit earlier and I throw open the windows, declaring it fresh.  Just this morning, I noticed [...]

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if you would like to share your ~loveliness found~ moments from this week … & I would so love it if you did … please leave them in the comments or share a link to your place! ~ making some time to put one little square of fabric with another & finding just as much [...]

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Winston had his black dog.  I have my red queen.  Melodramatic I know.  But Kim, you hit the nail on the head yesterday when you commented on hormones.  Part of me truly hates to say this … I feel as if I am playing into every patronising, patriarchal notion of the hysteria of women … [...]



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phew … it’s been a big week here in Bootville.  Classes started afresh for the academic year.  All 7am starts – very tiring for this out of practice would-be-nurse.  And in the wee hours of Wednesday morning, a fox broke into the chooks’ house and killed Benny and Souffie – ripped out their throats.  It [...]

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… and oh what fun we had!  The day bloomed bright and hot and as I stumbled sleepily into the early morning kitchen,  needing to bake and ice the birthday biscuits, the beauty of the world outside my window filled me with such anticipation.  I LOVE birthday parties :-) By the alloted time,  a friendly [...]

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I’m a girl who works best to a deadline.  Provide me with long, endless days of no commitments – nothing to do except exactly as I please – and I am all a dither.  On the rare instances that this happens, I mooch about, lost and lonely, waiting for the rest of my family to [...]

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.. wiggling out a new space for a crafting spot for Abby – in the family room, by the window – the cedar desk was hard rubbish thrifted from down the street – the top is put together with reclaimed floorboards from an old community of arts hall in northern NSW, bought & kindly cut [...]



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Oh pretty sky!  You are such a welcome sight :-) The sunniest spot is mine … … with my feathery and furry critters close by … … and a hat, ’cause it’s so darn sunny! Julian’s bike twirls from the hills hoist in the sunlight, sparkling like a steampunk mobile … The potato plants have [...]



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Every moment, think steadily to do what thou hast in hand with perfect and simple dignity, and feeling of affection, and freedom, and justice; and to give thyself relief from all other thoughts. Marcus Aurelius, Book II, Meditations So that is what we did today.  After several days of both tumult and peace, I looked [...]

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I know.  I know.  A quilt for the bread?! Jane, one of my students from many suns ago,  told me that her mum so loved quilts she had made them for all the pets as well as family members.  These were country folk so I’m guessing there were a lot of pet quilts. I was [...]



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ahhh … a long weekend.  Such bliss.  We are … :: cooking and eating our way through Hugh’s new cookbook – Veg – though Abby is not sure the recipes could be considered authentic Hugh seeing as he has lost his curly mop! :: casting loving and longing looks at the two new gorgeous skeins [...]

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She doesn’t look too sad, to be tied up, does she? It’s just what has to happen when the girls are out and about.  With one of us sitting there with the doggy girl – she’s not immune to a sudden, hopeful lunge if one of the chooks comes too close.  Mind you, all those [...]