Saturday, 29 November 2014

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. 

Friday, 28 November 2014

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.


Friday, 21 November 2014

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.

Sunday, 16 November 2014

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.