on a cold and frosty morning

Couldn't resist taking photos of Steve's glass sculpture on my way to the garage one morning last week.  Makes me think of the Tooth Fairy's castle in Hog Mas (?) - Terry Pratchett.

Life's good

The white cedars are shedding their leaves.  I love the touches of gold in the garden.

Some limes a friend at work gave me.

Mixed emotions.  The mist on the river in the mornings is beautiful - and the pelicans are back.  All the work on Wharf Street is about new houseboat moorings which I guess is part and parcel of a tourist river town.  But a workman took it into his head to cut out an old huge rivergum stump - a great loss of a natural play place for so many children.  And the loss of a symbol of regeneration that has fascinated many - the stump doggedly sent out new growth - it was often damaged intentionally and intentionally - but new growth always appeared.

The visit of Southern Belle

Southern Belle visited last weekend, thus putting the Mobile Library back on the road.  It has languished because I was unable to do my annual Portland trip in February this year.  Fortunately Jill has a surfeit of long service leave and made the long trip due north toute seule.  I have spent this weekend reading this wonderful little book.  There is no mystery to it - you know exactly how it is going to turn out because the cover tells you - but it is wonderfully written, funny, and kind on human foible.  A little like Alexander McCall Smith with an absurd dash of Tom Sharpe.  Just what I needed for an indulgent weekend.

Sticking to my low carb diet...

The bubbly is cava from Spain.  Steve ordered a dozen bottles and it is lovely to remember those amazing 5 days Mum and I spent in Spain 2 years ago with Rosa Norte.

(Just in case Momery wants to see what I'm drinking).

Here's Southern Belle being welcomed to the Stephanie Alexander garden at the Wentworth School - some consolation after we were shouted at for trespassing at the Two Rivers Motel - where Jill and other readers stayed for our wedding some time ago.  Most unfortunate.  The shouting, that is.  Different owners, I must further explain.

Here's some funny little hanging signs that I had not seen before.

The occluding capsicum in the first photo is not scrumped from this garden but was given to me at work on Friday.  Steve is incorporating it into spag bol as I blog.