The New (and the very old)

Well, 2024 started with a bang! ie both Steve and I managed to stay up to midnight thanks to the ABC and Sydney fireworks.  I also saw a few desultory fireworks from the direction of our marina.  Festive indeed.

There had been talk of greeting the new year with a sunrise swim.

Seemed a good idea at the time but I was too lazy to participate.  Those who did, loved it and sent gloating photos.

It is easy to take for granted this good life, so it's exciting to have the caravan park filling every afternoon and sharing the joy of a first ferry ride to Maria Island

but always remembering  Tribes is also a working fishing town.

Talking of fish,

I found my gyotaku print while looking for something else in the shed.  Philippe (spelt variously) arose from a workshop Georgia and I did on a rainy day in St Davids back in 2010 .

Georgia - duck - water - etc but I was totally out of my element and amused myself paying tribute to the noble fish.

It has been a time for nostalgia.  Last night the Triabunna Tivoli screened the latest Matilda film.  It was a free screening so I was not required to be in the ticket booth.  I have friends who love dressing up.  I'm not so keen but like a challenge.  They dressed as school girls and I (having nothing school girlish) dressed as a teacher.

I slipped into role easily, possibly scaring a few patrons...  Georgia reminded me that I had been Miss Grimshaw of Grimshaw's Academy back in the Wentworth days, so that sent me spiraling back to those gorgeous days with Rosie and Little Dr Sis.

Dymphna also enjoyed an evening out.  H Bells made every detail of her for me aeons ago.  She represents me as a school girl.  How lovely to have the opportunity to show her off!

Earlier yesterday I went to Malcolm's Tuesday lunch at The Village.  Someone asked if anyone had any corks.

My Dear!  Do I have corks!  So many bubbles and good times.  We had had a Friends of  Triabunna Reserves meeting at The Village the night before.  The lovely Ingrid gave me these chaps:

here lined up for their breakfast yesterday morning.  I had shown her the first parrot some time back.  Sarah had painted it at a Seafest here years ago.  Ingrid used to make model birds for a museum in Vermont back in the day.  These are a joy - carefully weighted so they can keep up an almost perpetual  rocking motion.  By amazing joyous coincidence, Sarah is expected here this weekend for a holiday.

In more mundane matters, I have worked at PUBS twice so far this month.  Unfortunately just when I am surrounded by thousands of books, all my holds at the library arrive.

I have now read The Shipping News and am pretty sure I haven't read it previously.  About the time of its publication I had a friend, Funky Russell, from Newfoundland and may be confusing the two...

And this is my current indulgence.  Listen to this:

" Half-dried figs threaded on butcher's twine hang from iron hooks on the stone wall behind the table and Gilda takes down a string, pulls the still  plump fruit free and begins slicing it thickly, pressing the pieces onto the hot oiled bread and offering the trenchers..." (page 58).

I suspect it will be a while before I can do that.

First two figs of the season, 3 more ripening but more newbies forming.

You may have noticed I've gone off the boil a bit as far as the garden goes.  All the hard work and heavy lifting is done.  I'm now waiting for the self-sown seedlings in the productive garden beds to sort themselves out.  My current thinking is that I'll only grow what I know we'll eat:  silverbeet, garlic, leeks, a few onions and potatoes and fartichokes.  In truth, I'm the only one who will eat these.  Steve is still dedicated to buying - except for tomatoes.   Georgia's garden is doing magnificently and my plan is to raid it and do some weeding while I'm there.  I am indulging in some potted prettiness while waiting for things to evolve.

I must also admit that it is foolish to expect to have a wild life friendly garden and bring things like fruit and berries to harvest.  But wildlife brings joy.  Chumley the Blue Tongue has sloughed in the garden.  To my astonishment I saw the gleaming lizard emerge from the little pond that I thought was used only by Jill PD for drinking water.  Sadly no photo.

May the Shepherd's Delight continue.

And when it does rain, it's time for new work in the studio.