The G20 is taking place in Brisbane, about an hour’s drive from our Village. All week military helicopters having been flying over our house, first as training exercises and later, I can only surmise, as the world’s leaders started arriving.
Jacob Zuma of South Africa was the first to arrive on Thursday. The news reel showed only one wife, perhaps his others were in the luggage compartment.
I was in the school library, 2o minutes west of Brisbane, on Wednesday when Obama’s helicopters made a sortie overhead. Obama was still attending APEC in China, so it was a training run. They were such big, heavy craft that the noise made us stop speaking as we couldn’t be heard, and the sound waves could be felt. It really did feel like an invasion.
I support leaders getting together, but does it have to be in my back yard?
For those who read my weekend post about my planned cooking frenzy, I am happy to report that I actually accomplished it!
I started with the Christmas cake by setting the fruit to soak in brandy Friday night, so that went into the over early Saturday morning. By the end of Saturday, I had accomplished aching feet, befuddled head, and eight meals x 3 servings to a total of 24 individual meals in the freezer.
The aromas in the kitchen drove both Augie Dog and Mr FD crazy all day as they were given no tempting tastes, well Augie may have scored a little bit here and there that might have hit the floor from time to time.
I would advise anyone attempting this to clean as you go. Once I had one recipe completed, I put all the dishes through the dishwasher before going onto the next. Far less stress in the end, and also no mountain of cleaning at day’s end when exhausted. Also double the amount of storage containers you think you might need, so that you can portion appropriately to you family.
A little like a marathon I made sure I drank plenty of fluids and gave myself a lunch break. Pacing is important, otherwise you might find yourself putting the wrong ingredients in a recipe…not that I would ever do that! I can hear Daughers’ comments here, “Mum, remember the time you put a jar of mustard in a dish instead of a tablespoon? and the time…”
Hopefully when the containers are taken out to eat, the food will be tasty and enticing, and don’t remain as rejects in the freezer for two years until we throw them out!
Every year, after I take the baked Christmas cake from the over, I always think “well even if something happens to me between now and Christmas, they will eat cake!” Marie Antoinette and I have a lot in common.
The Jacaranda trees in the main street of our Village, are blooming in all their purple beauty.
“Too late to study when the Jacarandas are in bloom”.
The flowering season of Jacaranda has real and imaged meaning for students at the last year of high school and at university (school year ends November/December). The blooms signal the imminent exam season and some teachers warn that those who have not started studying by the time the trees start flowering cannot expect to do well in their exams. http://www.qhatlas.com.au/jacaranda
It also marks the end of our second year living in The Village, our secret Paradise. It really is true that life often takes you to places you never expected … and to happiness never contemplated. Counting blessings this day.
I was making my breakfast about 5.30am, when there arose such a clatter on the roof.
Dashing outside, I caught sight of a young kangaroo hopping down our drive, not three metres from the house. He/She paused, giving me a backward glance, and then bounded through the garden and back into bushland.
Further investigation, utilising my best CSI skills, showed that said kangaroo had bounded out of the bushland, through Son’s melon and corn plot, across the terrace garden, then onto the roof of the small carport attached to the house. The carport’s roof is the same height as the top of the terrace area’s stone retaining wall. From the carport roof, the kangaroo must have bounded into the garden running from the terrace down to ground level, parallel to the driveway. It had landed on the drive way by the time I had made it through the front door, ready to eye ball me from the drive.
After giving me the once over in my pink stripe pyjamas, it retreated back into the bush.
Welcome to the country, Australian style!
There was a rustic, baker’s loaf of bread lying by the side of a country highway, today. A large, round, crusty loaf.
Why was a loaf of bread lying by the side of a country highway, today?
A magical moment when I was gifted with the precious experience of observing this lovely creature taking the early morning sun on our front lawn.
Whiptail Wallaby (Macropus parryi) or Pretty Faced Wallaby
It was no more than 10 metres from the house. The fence is the edge of Augie Dog’s patch which adjoins the patio. The wallaby looks a little further away that it was as it is just over the drop of the hill upon which our house sits. It was just a perfect moment in paradise.
This is an official photo from the Queensland Museum that gives a clearer picture. More facts, clear here.
No doubt when it is feasting on our vegetable patch in a couple of weeks I won’t think so highly of it, but for now, it was my jewel in the crown for the day.