Adventures in Melbs and Woodend

I love this sign.
















Dimmey's.

Found a great cafe in Nicholson Street, opposite the hand weavers and spinners guild. Annoying Brother. They are only 6 weeks old, and it is super lovely in there. It was late in the afternoon and they offered me breakfast as I walked through the door (sure way to my heart) and didn't bat an eye when I asked for warm soy with honey and cinnamon.

















Woodend station.
















O! Maté, my love.

chores.

yellow lady bird.

I am supposed to write some words but I have a cold in the head and teh words don't come

February wrap up

 

 I feel like this should be a Christmas card.

Muddling about

Jayne wearing Brad's pink crocs

















The little bread maker accident I had.

I got drenched in the morning. I had to wring muddy water out of my socks when I got to work. I had wet feet all day. I tried to dry them under the hand dryer in the bathroom. I didn't put them in the microwave because I could imagine that being bad.

I like days when the Vic Market is open.

 Dead rat. Three times.

I like days when the Vic Market is open.

Blackberry Jam

I didn't do it on purpose, but I can see tiny 'me's on the black berries. I picked just over a kilo and probably ate half that much again while I was picking...

I was trying to get a shot of the comedically large zucchini that showed the true extent of its greatness.

 I did blackberry jam properly, this time, crushing up the berries before you start cooking them so that there isn't hard lumps of blackberry all through the sweet, delicious jam.

Work

Work on Thursday.






















Work on Friday. At the Village Larder in Woodend.

A shocking thing I found in the supermarket.

A door. 

La Merced

 Yesterday seems like a thousand years ago. But, here was the flower in the morning. Complete with surprised bug.



















I left work a little early and, much against my habits, caught a bus to go to Casa Iberica. It was a hot day and I revelled in the warmth (again - completely out of character). There was yarn bombing at the bus stop.

It was trying to storm when I caught the train home, but it was also sunny. I am long since accustomed to Melbourne having four seasons in one day, but four seasons at one time is a bit much.

I am reliably informed that this yerba maté is the best one and Casa Iberica has an abundance of it.

I remain obnoxiously cheerful.

Happy Valentine's Day

 Sunday was the day the dog lost half an ear.






















 Monday was the day that I started work in town.

Today I learned about the wonders of North Melbourne station and how convenient it is to my life. There is a bus that goes from right there to where I am working. It leaves every four minutes, only takes ten minutes to get there and drops me right at the door of the building I am working in.

I don't know how I missed this giant wheel being built, but I did. And apparently they are taking it down now. I hear it cost a lot.

They often have a heart shaped hole punch on the train in the morning. But they didn't today, so I had to improvise. Happy Valentines day.

I feel like I am living in a wonderland of glorious sunshine, warm feet and nice things to do.

Gilt

 We went this morning to the Kyneton farmers' market.






















You can't see what this dog sees, but the girl holding his lead has a hot sausage in bread in her other hand. 

I bought a chook to replace the one I lost. It is a different colour to the missing one and Jayne and Brad were standing right there when we bought it, but I am sure they won't notice a thing... I have named her Gilt. You will notice my cunning play on how words sound, there.

 I want to paint my kitchen this colour. This makes Jayne very glad that her kitchen is not my kitchen.

I really, really like it.

 This is a thistle on the way to the Sustainability Festival. It was a big morning.

Then we went to a pine forest for some cross country jumping.

I want to go to bed, now, but I just drank a giant pot of rooibos and mint tea, so I will only be up again in a minute. I can only say, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Yes! but you don't go.

The residents of the abode, Jayne and Brad, have returned, thus relieving me of the crushing weight of responsibility that is two chooks and a dog (and, given what happened to one of the chooks, thank god they didn't leave me with the kid). I have been forgiven for losing the chook, but it looks unlikely I'll be allowed to forget.

I haven't quite got around to leaving, yet. They have been quite kind about not kicking me out. I am here muddling around doing stuff and things. Jayne got me organised and edited for an article I wrote on Iran. I have sent it off with my fingers crossed and I'm now obsessively checking my email to see if anyone likes it and wants to publish it.