home appeal

Just imagine our veg garden like this but with no plants and chicken wire, and in Australia, and oh just better all around.

Just imagine our veg garden like this but with no plants and chicken wire, and in Australia, and oh just better all around.

I have pried the play dough from beneath my fingernails. breathed deeply of the fresh country air and reclaimed ownership of my side of the bed.

The three men, Mr FD, Son and Augie Dog, acquitted themselves very well in my absence. The dishes were washing in the dishwasher (I didn’t ask how many days worth of dishes they were), the floors had been cleaned, and while the sheets hadn’t been changed, the bed had at least been made!


The loveliest gift is the vegetable garden Son has grafted from our forest floor. This one is ringed by chicken wire in the hope of keeping out kangaroos and hares. He has planted tomatoes, beans and corn so far. There are raised gardens to accommodate at least a dozen different vegetables. Son has also arranged a number of large pots that my father made many years ago from cement, for our herbs. One already contains a capsicum plant. His grandfather would be so proud of his only grandson! He has even installed a watering system, which knowing him will soon be time activated.

I am scared to ask how his university studies are going in light of the time and effort he has spent on the garden, but he is an adult and so we won’t go there! I guess it is his third degree, he should know how to pace himself by now!

I feel energised from my time away from home, which is odd, I know, as I am physically tired. I think that just the change of place has made me see my home with fresh eyes. Sadly, school starts back next Tuesday, but that doesn’t mean a few little projects can’t still be accomplished. And I need to remember that it will only be 10 weeks until we have our 6 weeks of Christmas holidays.

Just 10 weeks, just 10 weeks…may the strength be with me!


truth or dare

not tomorrow either!

not tomorrow either!

Motherhood is for the young ones. Or maybe, the “younger” ones.

Not that I can’t do all the mothering stuff like catching toddlers falling off chairs and stopping the eating play dough; changing dirty diapers, singing nursery rhymes, driving pieces of tomato into the “garage” mouth, or chase tottering babies about the house. Today, I have completed 386 laps of the kitchen, dining and living rooms and a circle of the nursery to repeat our route with Petite Fille toddling at full speed ahead of me, laughing with glee,  while I trot obediently behind dragging a pull along dog (Bow Wow!) behind me. Don’t talk to me about 10,000 steps!

No, the issue is the recovery period.

One day of toddler granny duty and I  need a nap to recover. Two days and I need a very early night and a sleep in. I have been with Petite Fille a week now, loving every moment, but I estimate I may need, oh, about six months and three days of complete bed rest.

If your manicured finger is posed to strike your keyboard at this very moment to reply that after a month of granny duties you follow up with a triathlon and a game of tennis, rethink it. I can still dial to hire a hit man.


a parting gift

Daughter2 presented me with a parting gift. A Christmas pickle.

Be still me little germanic heart, my life is complete!

christmas pickle

christmas pickle 2

During their childhood, each of our children would be taken to visit Santa and they would choose one tree ornament afterwards. Over the years we gained a variety of styles and colours acceding to their interests and passions at the time, so no designed, coordinated tree for us.

It has been a few years since new ornaments were added, but this year… we have a Christmas Pickle! Such excitement!

A bad Gran and a mischievous Aunt do their worst

picnic car

This city life is full of variety, but rather exhausting, I must admit.

Friday, we went shopping and as expected Petite Fille gained a musical bus with animals that popped up, a book about Two Bad Grans, which fits one particular Granny to a FD, and a pair of ladybug rain boots for visiting country grandma, me! We all ate sushi for lunch before retuning home for our naps.

cake samples

Saturday, the ladies went wedding cake tasting. Daughter2 had arrived about 11.30 pm Friday night, and so it was wedding planning, along with numerous cups of coffee. Some bakers delivered cake samples to our door, so while Petite Fille napped we ate afternoon delights. All texture, form and function, darling! There was no clear winner, sadly, so we may be forced to try yet more cake in the near future. Dear me, the efforts we go to for our children!

That night was date night for Petite Fille’s Mummy and Daddy, so Granny was ensconced with left overs and ice cream for a quiet evening of television. D2 was out catching up with girlfriends and flashing her gorgeous ring.

Sunday, we picnicked in a local park. Petite Fille is very car orientated at present, and so The Flamingo Dancer may have permitted herself  to be atop a playground car, beeping and tooting with total abandonment of all self respect. Damn good fun! We finished off the last of the cake samples before a huge Sunday dinner of roast lamb and vegetables prepared by Mr Boy.

Monday, Daughter2’s last day with us, she went planning with her wedding stylist, while Petite Fille and I got in touch with our creative side, al la play dough. D1 used a recipe with baby oil and so Petite Fille spent some time sniffing her blue play dough. A bit of a worry, as the night before Aunty D2 had tried to teach her to say “crack cocaine”, luckily out of her father’s hearing, who is never quite sure about the maternal influences of his wife’s family!

On a positive note for me, before my psychological hangup set in for good, Petite Fille learnt to say “Grandma” this morning.  She understand so much of what we say now, that, yes, we have started S-P-E-L-L-I-N-G words at times.

I shall depart Wednesday, having exhausted all, and added more than a few grey hairs to son-in-laws dark crown!

vie de la ville

city lady

Off to the city this day to spend time with Daughter1, Mr Boy and Petite Fille. Daughter2 is flying in for the weekend late Friday night to make wedding plans. Busy times. I shall be a very good mother and follow where led, nodding agreement as required. Well, I will try…

Visited my Mum in her care facility. We shared a  lovely morning tea of apple cinnamon muffins and tea. Her tea is now served in a zippy cup, and I had to break off little pieces of muffin to feed her. It was one of my saddest moments with Mum so far. She appears well, and in a happy place in her mind, but her conversation is unintelligible, making any real communication nearly impossible. Sad, sad.


I am off to the be a city lady, and a grandma, and a mother, until sometime next week.

Until later.