Every year I am ready for autumn much sooner than it is ready for me. It’s the cherry tree’s fault. Come February it is frantically dropping its yellowed leaves and by the time the autumn equinox arrives, it stands proud
Julian and I were chatting over coffee on Monday morning. He had his calendar open, planning the days he will work in Melbourne over the next couple of weeks. Him: Any preferences? Me: Definitely not next Monday, I’m working an
I may have been delightfully prepared for High Tea last week, but when it comes to sewing up some new clothes … well, there’s no time like just before we need to leave for whipping up something new to wear!
As spring approaches our second time round the sun here at Wombat Hill, I’ve rearranged the front porch (again), popped table cloths on, plumped cushions, added a rocking chair, set up a desk for whatever takes my fancy … And