|Osso Busso, Bolognese and Lemon Chicken Tagine|
Sunday, 24 June 2012
Sunday was a lovely day relaxing with friends over lunch. My friends have recently purchased an old property not too far from me, which has an amazing mud brick house on it complete with beams, stained glass windows and quirky features. After lunch, with the sun poking it's head through the clouds we went off to explore the property. There is an old cottage on the property along with many out buildings, so much to look at. The old cottage has the feel of a secret garden surrounding it, the old trees and vines are overgrown and almost wrap around the house like they are trying to protect it from the elements, not quite succeeding though. On the ground you can spy old brick pathways that peek through the long ago planted forget-me-nots and vinca that make up much of the undergrowth, there are amazing shrubs, and many bulbs that are poking their heads just above ground. The remains of a vegetable patch with overgrown berrie canes and healthy looking rhubarb, still growing in it's bed, an old orchard, the bare branches covered in lichen, giving an almost mystical look to the old fruit trees that grow beside the forest on this boundary. My friends have many plans for this property, one of them being demolishing the cottage and clearing the garden, it is a pity these can't be rescued but I can understand the cost to renovate something so badly in need of repair. Wonderful property, wonderful day.
Friday, 15 June 2012
Today is one of those days when I like to be busy, today twenty three years ago my husband died in a motor bike accident. I had spoken to him only thirty minutes before his death, when he phoned to let me know he was on his way home. We were a family of seven, my three sons from my first marriage and our two baby girls, the youngest one only eleven months old, the other a sweet little girl of two, who thought her daddy was the sun and moon. This was my second marriage and he was step father to my three wonderful boys. This man had taken on a lot of responsiblity when we married, and during our early years we faced some dificult times as we all settled into a life together. I remember how excited he was when I became pregnant, he was sure this baby would be a girl and we were both so excited when she was born. Another little girl followed only eighteen months later, and our family was complete. I had heard people in the past talk of having a broken heart when they spoke of losing a loved one, but until my husband died I didn't fully understand what this meant. The pain, a deep ache in your chest is what is experienced after someone you love dies and is akin to a broken heart. All my future dreams and those of my children gone in one night. We have, of course moved on, my children have grown, my sons are married, I have grandchildren and we are a happy loving family. But there has always been someone missing from special family moments, my daughters debutante balls, their twenty first birthdays, my sons weddings and the birth of grandchildren. I have not remarried, I have not been able to let someone into my heart again. Today I spent the day with some friends and one of my sons, I shared a drink in memory of the past and will do so again tomorrow with the rest of the family and his friends. Then we will go on with living our lives until this time again next year.
Friday, 8 June 2012
This weekend we celebrate the Queens birthday with a long weekend, who would have guessed it would be raining and cold. My plans for digging in the garden have been put off till later in the week, when the weather forcaste is fine for Thursday, I think I will just take it day by day and see what happens. My sister will be pleased to know that because I can't go outside I have been cutting out flower shapes to applique on the quilt I am making for her. This has been an ongoing project, one that was started before I became ill. It is the last border and I hope I will have it finished in time for her next birthday. Last night I was looking through old "Patchwork and Quilting" Magazines for a design of the flowers that I could use for this quilt and noticed how much the patterns, fabrics and colours have changed over the last fifteen years, there are so many new young fabric designers working out there now, the new designs are bright and colourful and have a lovely freshness about them. I know a lot of the old patterns will never die but it is so good to have such a large range of patterns to choose from.
Wednesday, 6 June 2012
While reading a blog written about little girls and their impromptu tea parties it made me feel a bit sad. I have two daughters, who are now grown women with busy lives, but, once they were sweet little girls with big imaginations. Our lives then were filled with lots of hugs and kisses, lets pretend tea parties, dolls and prams, and little neighbour friends coming and going. On weekends and holidays lunches were often sandwiches and cordial in the cubby house, sometimes poured from tiny tea cups. There was always a play of make believe with singing and dancing, and dress ups, often in my old clothes and shoes. My girls would spend some time making tickets, going over song and dance routines which would then be played out before family and friends. They also loved making cards for special occasions, birthdays and mothers day. Friends and family would often receive one of their special hand made cards. Don't get me wrong, I know that there is still lot of love in my family but I do miss that special time that was so long ago.
Saturday, 2 June 2012
While reading the usual pile of brochures that I took from the letterbox yesterday I noticed that Bunnings advertised bare rooted roses in store for only $8-64. I have been thinking of planting a couple of roses in a bed that I was going to dig over, that hasn't happened, but I have a lot of pots left from all the plants that died when I moved houses. Off to Bunnings this morning, three bags of potting mix, specifically for roses and I know I said a couple, that usually means just was two, but I couldn't help myself and have come home with four beautiful bare roses. There were so many to choose from, I was there for quite a while sorting through them but have decided on these four, "Dan Poncet" a rich pink colour, "Vol de Nuit" and "Lucette" both soft pinks and "Tineke" a lovely white. Washing the old pots was the most difficult part of this planting, Yah, I hope they will be happy in their pots, until maybe this time next year when I hope I have a new bed organised for them. I love cut flowers inside and can't wait till they flower and their perfume spreads through the garden and house. Lavender and Daisy's will be my next purchase, I have some wonderful plans in my head for them.
|This is "Tineke"|