Friday, March 7, 2014
A friend planted a damson plum tree on some local wild land and it's fruiting furiously. She was kind enough to give me some and it was taste symphony. Just beautiful.
These old varieties of fruit just have such intense and complex flavours going on. And they look like a large blueberry,a teeny size for a plum!
I have some damson plum sauce simmering. I am making the recipe up as I go along (as I often do) and had a near miss when I got chatting and saved it from burning. Things are repeatedly stressful with one part of my worklife and I am feeling it. I am asking myself those deep questions. What is my part in this? What can I shift? How can I let go? Is it worth it? And seeking honest counsel from wise friends. Thank goodness for honest counsel from wise friends. And tarot. Tarot cards are that uninvested impartial perspective too. When I am selecting cards and one keeps leaping out of the pack while I am shuffling, again and again. The one I don't want to see. Yup. Changes afoot. Bother! Just when I was happy with where things were at. Life is funny like that. Has life thrown any curveballs your way lately?
Monday, March 3, 2014
It's all about super heroes and secret agents around here. The little dude spotted this Spiderman City Crossing game at the op shop as soon as we walked in. Brand new and with all the pieces. Quite the find! It's a Think fun game and they are always good. For kids and grown ups alike. We have and love their Rush Hour game too. And wierdly enough I found the Rush Hour booster pack for 20 cents brand new in an op shop too. It is odd what you find sometimes!
I do like a game that can be played solo and challenges the brain.
Leave them lying around in strategic spots around the house and they get used for hours.
Linking in with Blackbird has Spoken's Op Shop Show Off HERE. Oops, I'm early. You'll have to wait for that link!
Labels: secondhand finds
Friday, February 28, 2014
There's been an outbreak of avian botulism at the Mangere Oxidation Ponds in Auckland. This has meant hundreds of birds affected and Lyn and her volunteer crew at the New Zealand Bird Rescue Centre have been flat out 24/7 caring for paralysed birds, nursing them back to health. The two main things they needed were pillows and paper towels. (They sit the birds side by side on a long line of pillows to support them.) Jed and I did the rounds of all the local op shop and asked for all the pillows and stopped off to buy paper towels. We can't volunteer as they say Jed is too young, (which he is furious about) and we come as a package deal mostly. Jed reckoned this was one way we could help. Tonight I asked him what the best thing about his day was. It was an awesome day full of friends. He replied, 'the best was the feeling I got when we dropped off all our pillows to the rescue centre'. Proud mama. (They still need monetary donations to cover the birds medicine and care, so if you are feeling flush..pop over to their facebook page and get in touch)
And, um, on a less altruistic note...while I was waiting for the op shop folks to bring out pillows from the back...I spotted these handworked cushions. Someone has put so much love into these. They look new, and beautifully backed with a kind of retro velvet.
As ever, when I find something special like this, I wonder what their story is. Who made them and how they ended up in the op shop. SO many hours of work in them!
Last time I bought cushions from the op shop and posted them here on the blog, someone recognised them and told me their story. That was cool...fingers crossed the same happens this time 'round.
They clearly pass the comfort test too. Very important!
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Found on a wander through an old pine forest to the beach: lairs and huts and burrows. The air was sweet with the smell of pine resin.
We found signs of dinosaur life...these were their nests Jed said.
But the pull of the sea drew us on.
Resting and nesting as we went.
The view from our bed.
I am not usually nationalistically pridefully inclined but this flag flying on a piece of tree on an otherwise deserted beach was too good to walk by and leave unphotographed.
We discovered wildlife we hadn't seen before: the sand wolf (or seashore wolf) spider and a beetle that we have yet to identify. Plus plenty we knew well. The new spider identification book we'd ordered had arrived just as we were leaving home which was darn good timing. Jed has started keeping a nature diary which will be awesome to look back on in the years to come. He sees alot more than me.
Much time was spent swimming or just being by the sea, someone spent alot of time in trees, or under them. I got to explore Prana a little (somewhere I have wanted to see for ages and having lived in communes and various rainbow'ish gatherings for many years felt completely at home) and seconded a friend catering a beautiful wedding there on the weekend. It was super hot for a full day in the kitchen let me tell you! And the weather wasn't ideal...the NZ summer is flighty thing. On Sunday night we were awake until 4.30am in galeforce winds wondering if the new tent was going to hold up. The winds finally died down and then POP! Our new mattress bust. And deciding to go into the nearest town to recover, the car battery had died. One of those times. Funny. Nothing to do but laugh. (After coffee)
But, drama and all, it was good. I got to see my friend Sheena and her bellydweller and the fantastic Mr Billy Star on the way back home. She showed us the most awesome swimming hole in their nearby stream. 5 stars! I am already looking forward to going back.
Friday, February 21, 2014
I am not much of a Tshirt person. Something about them just doesn't do it for me, but I have a special few I love. This one is on high rotation.
I am happy at home. Home is important to me. Who is in it, what it feels like, what's around me influences me hugely. Jed and I have spent a week at a time at home in the past, doing our thing. Home is a space full of laughter, comfortable silences, meetings of eyes and responding smiles. And cats. When I was born someone (who was either intuitive or cruel!) gave me a kitten. Tika and I grew up together and the hardest part of the 16 years away from NZ was the long stretches without cat friends. Or saying goodbye to them. I know they eat birds and stuff, and I love birds and stuff I really do...but my internal description of the word 'home' somehow includes something feline. There, I have outed myself as a cat person. Done. Oh the relief!)