A Few Words. Many Pictures.

A vividly beautiful Autumn has set in up here in the Dandenongs and as we moved here only last Winter, I am reveling in the spectacular palette of colour it has smattered around us. I have now witnessed almost a complete annual cycle in the garden so I have a good idea of what happens when, and now I can launch into my grand plans...as funds allow...


In the garden the Tigerellas continue their bounty.

Autumn seedlings are planted.


There are signs of life in my potted Coral Bark Maple that I thought had dehyrated to death.


And small people honing their gardening skills.




Inside, there are rainbows on my pages.



Hearty cooler weather salads involving couscous or quinoa with roasted pumpkin, herbs and flaked almonds.


And of course an almost constant supply of baked things.

Small people around here are way into that.

The Rhythm Of Life (is a powerful beat)

And again with the rhythm theme, I often get this song stuck in my head; sometimes for days at a time. (Sorry if you do now too!) I think to my brain it might represent a sense of celebrating the day to day things, the activities we undertake during the day and the little moments we have as a family.
Like baking a test-run batch of bikkies for Christmas gifts. (Lucky they were a test batch - the icing was terrible!)





And a bit of bread baking. Actually, my first loaf from scratch. Am rather proud.









So on the weekend we ditched the fair and PT'd it into town for the march. Numbers seemed a little down from last year but I still saw a sea of people in both directions as we turned from Flinders street into Spring street.





I wonder if people are getting a little fatigued over the issue of global warming from seeing it in our media everyday? The problem is, it's not an issue that will go away and if anything, the situation is more serious than ever. The march, to me, was a reminder to reconsider what we are doing and how we are living. I have large-scale fantasies of water tanks and solar panels on the roof but there's plenty of small scale changes to make in the meantime. Truth be told I'm terrified of the kind of world our babies will have to face as adults and I don't want them thinking we did nothing while we had the chance.

Too Much Butter in the Batter?

Spooky looking characters but only because we were a little rough with the cookie cutters, as you can see by the amputee there.

Oh well. They tasted good.