raised garden bed. All we need is $300 for the bed, many hours of hard work and love and we will have a dedicated vegie patch this year rather than our beets, tomatoes, strawberries and basil growing amidst the flowers (which did have a certain appeal as seen in the photo here). Stay tuned, I am thinking the tax return will pay for it.
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As for my own preppie boy and kinder girl. We have had the most lovely school holidays. The kids have played with each other peacefully, There hasn't been a need to schedule outings to save us from ourselves. So now it is the night before school and there are rolls in the freezer for the coming week's sandwiches, uniforms are ironed, the reader has been read, the holiday story written and shoes polished. I think we are ready for Term 3.
I love a farmers' market. A cliched feast for the senses - sights, sounds, taste, smell. On my Saturday in Brisbane Amber and I literally walked across the road to New Farm Park and the fortnightly Farmers' Market. We bought a breakfast of croc galois from the lovely french macaroon man and when Amber pronounced it correctly he gave her a wink and a free macaroon (which would be enough to see me back every fortnight). Then the myriad of stalls: the highlight was the spud stall which had every variety imaginable and the huge punnet of strawberries and bag of passionfruit I bought - spectacular. I also feel somewhat virtuous when I buy from a Farmers' Market, sad but true.
Me: Who's Don?
Me: Who's Joan?
Emily: Adelaide Grandma
Me: Who's Margaret?
Emily: Sunbury Grandma
Me: Who's Vicki?
Emily: My teacher
Me: Who's Sam?
Emily: My brother
Me: Who's Violet
Emily: My Owner
Sam: You'll be a woman one day
Emily: No I wont
Sam: Yes you will, won't she mum?
Me: Yes, but not for along time
Emily nods satisfied that she can defer the horror that awaits
Sam: And you'll get your guts cut open
Emily: I will NOT
Me: What are you talking about?
Sam: If she is a woman she will get her guts cut open to have a baby and I wont because I will be a man.
Me: well, don't forget that some woman don't have their guts cut to have a baby.
Emily: Yeah, so I WONT get my guts cut open
Sam: it will come out of your bagina (not a typo!!) then
Sam: It's true Milly, If you want a baby it either comes out your bagina or you get your guts cut open and get 20 stitches like Mum did. It sounds yucky. Is it yucky Mum?
Me: Yes it is, but the great news is that even though it is yucky, at the end of it the doctor gives you a baby and you forget all the yuckiness.
Sam: So you get the baby and forget about the 20 stitches because you are so happy to have the baby?
Sam: You are the best Mum, Mum.
Me: Thank you Sam
Emily: I am NOT going to be a woman folds arms defiantly across her chest and stares Sam down.
I haven't posted about my trip to Brisbane yet. My camera is in the car at the moment and it is just too cold to go outside to retrieve it. I arrived home Monday and Tuesday was the coldest in Melbourne for over 12 months, the maximum not reaching 12 degrees. Only 48 hours earlier, late on Sunday afternoon I had been sitting in my favourite spot in Amber's house (photo on its way) reading a book and generally basking in the peace, quiet and the warmth of the sun when it was almost 6pm. A quick check of my phone told me the vast contrast in temperatures between Geelong and Brisbane. I know the humidity of Summer in Brisbane is a killer but this current Victorian winter cold is bone chilling.
On Saturday we are heading to both the Daylesford Makers' and Farmers' Markets. These are on once a month and I have had a hankering to visit them for a while but Saturday we are putting on our beanies and coats and heading to the hills for a hit of craft and veg.
Saturday night will be a games night with the kids as they have been hankering for a monopoly tournament since my return from Queensland.
On Sunday we have the Dott family coming over for lunch (Rosie and Sam went to kinder together and her parents are great fun). So I think I will be cooking up lamb shanks and crumble. I think Rhubarb is on the list at the farmer's market.
So - I am not too jealous that Mum is flying to London at this very minute for a 5 week adventure.