Showing posts with label lovely. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lovely. Show all posts

Books, flowers and yarn


I think three keys to happiness must surely be fresh flowers on the table to brighten up any day. A pile of books that you can't wait to read. And a project that you can watch grow stitch by stitch.

This week it is warm coloured poppies. Crinkly and colourful. This week I am reading about Charlotte Mason and The Danish Way of Parenting. Home education and re-framing. This week I am reading aloud two chapters a night of Little House on the Prairie to my eight and five year old as they snuggle in the big bed either side of me. And this week, I am alternating between crocheting a pale grey shawl for myself, and knitting a simple garter stitch colour block blanket for my nephew. Appreciating the quiet moments, however long they last, and knowing that a little each day is all that is needed to create something full of love and meaning.

May you also have flowers, books and a satisfying project to bring you happiness this week. xx

Open Garden


This past weekend I participated in my first open garden as part of the Logan Food Gardeners Group which I found on Facebook through a friend. This month many keen gardeners visited the President's gorgeous garden and took part in a giveaway table - crammed with seeds, seedlings, pots, fruit and jars, an insightful meeting and a guided garden tour. I missed much of the wisdom imparted during the tour, as my little two made friends and were off exploring, keen to share their discoveries with me. Still, I was awed by the numerous selections of fruit, veggies, nuts and wildlife that the garden supported as well as the various methods involved, and felt incredibly inspired to get home and get to work in my own garden! What an awesome experience it was to explore such a productive garden, the result of passion, research and hard work.  

I spent the rest of the afternoon pottering around in my own garden, planting out seedlings, marking out a new garden, moving the compost bin and daydreaming about possibilities.

Free Fridays


 1 & 2. 'Floragings' - floral foragings found whilst out walking, 3. Wax Geraldton flowers, 4. More thrifted jars, 5. Free Friday's flowers and herbs, 6. This week's reading pile.

When my Mother was growing up she said they couldn't often afford to buy fruit, but that it didn't matter, as everyone in the neighbourhood had fruit trees and they all shared. They all knew who had what. That house had lemons and mangoes, that one avocado, that house had pawpaws. And the fruit was traded between them. I love this idea! 

When I grew several huge watermelons one year, I trundled them up and down the street, sharing them with the neighbours. Recently, I read Margaret Simonds lovely book, 'Six Square Meters', in which she mentioned cutting back her lavender bush and leaving the cuttings on the sidewalk for people to take. At once sharing with her neighbourhood, but also ensuring she did not have to dispose of them!

So, last Friday, I set out an odd collection of jars, teapots and vases filled with water and a sign saying 'Free', and filled each container with parsley and lavender. Many parents walk past our house to pick up their school children, and before the sun had set, each string tied collection of loveliness had been taken. This week I repeated the offering, adding Camelia and rosemary. Again, these gifts from my garden were gladly received and only the empty containers remained.

A positive result of this little offering is that I have spoken with parents who have previously walked past daily but that I'd had no excuse to speak to. I have noticed that the children are the most excited partakers. Diving in while their parent hangs back and then warms to the idea. I also feel more a part of my community. And there is a sense of joy and satisfaction that comes with sharing what one has grown.

I intend to keep putting out these floral gifts each Friday, which will change with the season, and I hope that others will be inspired to join in and do the same. xx

Magenta/ fuschia/ hot pink

1. Over ripe Dragon Fruit, 2. Unknown flower


Irresistible bursts of colour from my Father in laws garden.