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IMG_2658.JPGWaking up at my folks house in Stirling on Sunday morning was lovely. It's always lovely. The guest room gets the most glorious morning light, filtered through hydrangeas. My mother put the kettle on for me at 7 because she was up and my father was up so we should all be up. Coffee and a banana for the road because my dad and I were going for a walk - a Hills walk is a proper walk, not to be taken lightly. We did a round trip of about 9 KMs in the end, a loop past the old railway, my old high school, a couple of rogue kangaroos, a lot of wattle, down through Aldgate and back up to Stirling and a few fields full of wandering dew (though I thought it was honeysuckle, to be honest). I took this picture near our old house, where I grew up. The  thing about the Hills in spring is you feel like you're in an English village - everything is so picturesque and mild and floral. Bulbs sprouting up on the side of the road and so many oak trees and beech trees and blackberry thickets. We had a late breakky with mum in Dulwich before I had to fly out. Eggs with smoked salmon and fresh juice and maybe it was the hollandaise sauce or the sun but the whole thing me left wondering all the way home why it is I don't live in Adelaide…

LAST YEAR.

SUNDAY / 4

20140217-205733.jpgMy Sunday got relegated to Monday this week. My grand plans of potting all the bits and pieces I was gifted up the Coast were rained out on Sunday. Not that I was terribly bothered - I slept late and read the paper in bed while it poured away outside, thankful I didn't really have to do much. I got up at about 10 to make a pancake (yes, just the one - because when they're this good all you need is one), did a little washing and made another pot of tea. Slow and lovely it was. But I wanted to get these babies in some soil, so tonight after work and after yoga, in the lovely late-evening-but-not-yet-dusk that I so love about summer, I set to work on our front porch. It gets the afternoon sun anyway, so I had a beautiful time of it and I have to say, I'm pretty pleased. In my experience, succulents go a long way, so the cuttings should strike nicely. I want one for my desk at work, and a few for my balcony upstairs once they're a little hardier and showier.

*Yep, there's even an aloe vera in there, and a jade plant or 'money tree' by the front door for luck.

LAST YEAR. 

SUNDAY / 1

20140127-205238.jpgSunday but a different Sunday, the Sunday of a long weekend. I had wanted to take a road trip out of town with the extra day, to see a dear friend in the country who is very pregnant and very lovely. But after a month in Adelaide, and barely home a week, I just needed some time to myself. It was nice to be home, and to make my home nice. I re-painted a favourite chair, re-potted a new plant (above) and tended to some older ones, tie-dyed some old pillowslips and undies a bold orange, picked up my first batch of five pictures from the framers (more of that to come, but a peak here), finally got around to buying and building some drawers for the cupboard under the stairs so our sheets are not folded in bags on the floor, and just generally nested. I'm talking old jeans, scented candles, singing to Gillian Welch, two pots of coffee later kind of nesting.

In particular Sunday was a new pot for my coral cactus, a plant that Tola finds kind of scary, and I find strangely beautiful. I didn't want anything too bright or glossy, just natural and a dull finish, which is just what I happened to find.

PS Oh, and I also made these on Sunday, but they are so damn good they have a whole post of their own coming up.

LAST YEAR. 

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20131027-211950.jpgJasmin-tensity, huh? That right there is my house. My house, and, specifically, the balcony off my bedroom thick with jasmine. Heaving with it. It is so beautiful and so fragrant that in the afternoons when the southerly comes in my room is soaked with that heavy fragrance of summer and long days and warm evenings. It's spectacular. And if it weren't for the mosquitos, I'd quite happily leave the door open all season long.

NEW FRIENDS

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Sydney folks may know that today was the Garage Sale Trail, a day where everyone and anyone sells their wares on the street and in cafes and out of cars and at market stalls. It's a garage sale gone mad, all over town and from all kinds of people. Among the locals, a range of makers and craftspeople had stalls too. I spent most of my morning volunteering over at the Sydney Story Factory, but had time in the afternoon to hit my new favourite, The Paramount Coffee Project on Campbell Street who were hosting some stalls (such a shame it wasn't open last year when I lived just across the road).

They usually share their space with the babes of Tokyobike, and for the last little while have also had a pop-up from Pop Plant. They make real sweet concrete pots and I happened upon these two and just couldn't go home without them. Thankfully, they came with a little bit of information to keep them happy and green. From left...

  • BOTANICAL NAME: FAUCARIA COMMON NAME: FRANCESCA SUN: INDIRECT WATER: WEEKLY FACT: MY FAVOURITE FILM IS JAWS
  • BOTANICAL NAME: EUPHORBIA TIRCAL COMMON NAME: TERRENCE SUN: INDIRECT WATER: WHEN SOIL IS DRY FACT: I USED OT BE A PRAYING MANTIS