wild

As you can tell I'm sure, I'm very excited about all this nature. I just can't think of a reason to go into the city, other than to see people who I hope will prefer to come here..all these beautiful orchids, tiny and richly coloured and detailed, growing amongst the rough natives and rubble and weeds. The neighbours up the road took Beau and I on a walk to see them today. They know the names of almost every plant in their area. I can't remember many of them, except for spider orchid and egg and bacon flower and the yellow one called Donkey's Ears or similar...Now I understand why our Botanist friend Ryonen speaks of plants as though they are people with personalities.

Every day we walk. It's all I want to do, just stroll through the whisper and the light and the crunch of twigs and leaves under foot.

Today we had L and T visit and we joined the lovelies in the big house for soup and fresh market bread. I have the privilege of cradling the new born babe in my arms each day, his blissful snuffling poking at my heart, sending my hormones berserk.

So quiet and dark. I have never seen Beau so free and happy. May there be a place for us here somewhere where we can plant and birth, settle, breathe, stop moving, know the names of trees and plants and animals and neighbours.

Some boats, some trees, some excitement....

We are still in 'holiday' mode with K home and the days stretching out before us, lists of things to do but our own time to do them. Lots of walks and a long morning at the boat house. I've always loved sitting at the harbour or jetty where boats are tied, listening to the sound of water lapping and ropes creaking and boats butting. Beau can spend hours chasing birds, feeding ducks, hopping in and out of boats watching the water....

I do appreciate Melbourne as a city with many places of nature and beauty to spend time as a family; the creeks, the boat houses, gardens, Children's Farm, CERES...As long as we end up with a good chunk of land on which to build our little oasis I promise not to pine for them at all!

Lots of knitting going on here. Scarves for the bro and another scarf with dry felting on the way and then socks. I found easy vest and beanie patterns. My friend discovered two glorious wool shops on the other side of town and showed me her booty today. I never dreamed I could get so excited about wool. And yet here I am. I'm excited.

I must also share with you my apprehension toward the film 'Love In The Time of Cholera'. The book is my all time favourite, read many times, once out aloud with a previous partner on the road around the country. I love this story so much that I am tentative, dubious, cautious, down right scared damn it, to cast my eyes upon someone else's visual interpretation lest I be disappointed yet again by another adaptation. Will curiosity get the better of me?? Stay tuned....