Fair to mizzling

It is mizzling today.  This is the weather I used to crave in Wentworth and relished in St Davids.  The garden loves it

and hopefully some moisture seeps through the wood chips (though there's carpet beneath there...).

 

I've always loved lupins for the little gem they hold in the centre of their leaves.

These look sugar frosted.
Yesterday Wilma gave us some pink-eyes from her garden.  She asked for a container

and thought it was hilarious when I came out with this basket.  City Girl.  The little sandstone blocks are from Steve's carving.  He's back to making birdbaths from local stone.

On Friday he sketched our house for this year's Christmas card.  Last week I came home and was greeted by these roses.

Here's the flathead Wilma and Roger gave us for lunch last weekend.  I think we amuse them - and they say they love to see flowers in the garden now. 

We done good

I recently read this book.  It is the Pride and Prejudice story from the servants' point of view.  It's a good tale and brings home very clearly how hard servants worked.  It occurred to me as I travelled to work on the bus that my Mum's grandmother had been 'in service'.   Our children think nothing of travelling, living and working around the world.

hmmmmm Steve's birthday

We went to a marketing workshop in Triabunna yesterday so didn't take any photos for Steve's birthday.  Here he is last weekend en plein air.

Coincidentally the owner of this Boat and Beach business was also at the workshop and I saw his boat at the marina on my morning walk.

fetching the paper today

A Welsh sort of day this morning.  These marshy bits make me think of Avalon.

 

I found a large patch of samphire and had a little munch.  I'll put some in salads in future.

The amateurs were out early catching their one crayfish.  At one o'clock tomorrow the big boats can start cray fishing.

 

 

 

For some the season never ends.

Jackie, myself, I

Some of you know that I consider Jackie Morris to be living my life in St Davids.  I'm intrigued that she blogged about a concert this weekend and I was going to do the same.

I decided not to because of the quality of the photos.  But I had to share the coincidence.

school wind

My mention of the wind proved prescient. I tutored 3 Grade 7 boys today.  And of course the session was constantly interrupted by flatulence.  There were also sexual references and coarse language, but fortunately no nudity, sex scenes or violence.

They are, however charming kids and I learned a lot about them.  There may have been some maths learning too.  As you can see, the school is an august institution (or they nicked the stone from somewhere else).

Here's the view as I leave school and walk home.  The school is 15 Melbourne Street, we are 13 Melbourne Street.  I refer to it as the Paris end.

Life as we know it

We drove into Hobart together on Friday and took in a cuppla exhibitions and  lunch at Pasha's.  Note the display case of turkish delight.  My thoughtful beau bought me some for the drive home.

This was my favourite piece from the Tas Uni Honours Students' work.  I thought it was a sketch.  Steve tells me it's a print.  He's obviously got an Honours Degree.  As you may know, my first job while I was still at high school was as a driveway attendant, a more or less vanished occupation now.  As is the leaded petrol I used to dole out.

The weekend saw the opening of the crayfish season for amateurs.  Only one cray per boat is allowed but there were a helluva lot of boats.  Sadly I don't think we'll be getting any of Wilma and Roger's catch this season.

Walking to get the paper (which I still haven't read) on Saturday morning, I noticed this little feature which I must have seen a hundred times before.

And talking of hundreds, tens. tenths, hundredths, etc, I strutted my maths stuff at the school this morning.  It was a beautiful morning so I got up early and put on some washing.  I had to put my coffee cup out of the wind at the backdoor for safety, by then the wind was 6 on the Beaufort scale...  The washing dried almost instantly.
I have some more photos but they're on my phone.  I'm having a frustrating time lately with phone and camera batteries going flat very inconveniently.

Meet Lauren

Bacall by Malvern Star.  Isn't she classic?  My Christmas present from Steve, but I'm allowed to ride her before then.  Like now.

Non credibile!

What was I thinking?

After putting the sewing machine away I found this on the floor.  A certificate is worth a thousand diagnoses.

Too much thinking

I'm starting to see how my life fits together.  Which is great and I may blog about it, but in the meantime here's some photos from this week.

Last weekend we bought some silverbeet seedlings at the Triabuuna market - actually it was the Village Garage Sale but it was indistinguishable from the market.  During the week, Steve sent me this photo of who he believes is the culprit who ate the seedlings in the top garden bed.

Friday evening we went to the Orford School Halloween Fair which was good fun but I didn't dare take photos in case some parents or teachers objected.  Then we went to the first night of a new Orford restaurant - ok, but basically more fish and chips.  Yesterday we drove to Bothwell by roads new to us.  I loved Bothwell when I was sent there for a teaching prac in my Dip Ed year.  Here Steve and Sis consult the map - Steve looking for even more roads untravelled.

Meanwhile I was photographing the Museum of Golf, hoping to lure certain people.  I got the important caravan park sign but obliterated the golf museum sign.  It was very windy at times.

On the way into Bothwell I'd seen a sign to a nursery, so we retraced our tyre tracks and found the Abergavenny Nursery.  There was a small storm while I looked around but I found some artichoke plants which I've been looking for for a while.  Turns out the owners have never been to Abergavenny but his parents came from there.  I recalled being there just about this time last year and temptingly seeing a lovely house for sale on the river with the pub a pleasant walk away on the other side.

We saw this rather lovely glade on the road to Jericho (to be explored further another time) and then it was home to Tribes.

On the domestic front, here's some flowers from Wilma's garden.