I thought I’d strike gold, but I found something better …

The wattle is out.

It can mean only one thing.

It must be late August.

The quintessential Australian sign that winter is nearly over.

A riot of delicate yellow fluff …

A promise of sunny days to come …

I wanted to capture it for you ….

but by the time I’d finished work …

I’d missed that beautiful late afternoon light

I’d missed the yellows ….

…but I found you some blues.

Have a lovely week.

And stay tuned for I have some surprises in store 🙂

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… in which she sneaks away with a dozen oysters and goes in search of a happy ending

Foreword note:  No pictures this week. You’ll thank me in a minute.

Scene 1:  A cold wintery morning in Bathurst. Husband is sad. Could be the winter blues or because he’s got a wife who’s gone blogging mad. We don’t know. He’s just sad. He leaves for work. Gives his wife a sad little grin goodbye and heads off to the farm. Tragic.

Scene 2:  Wife starts pacing the house. Can’t settle to anything. Washes up. Checks her workload. Nothing that can’t wait till tomorrow. Decides to take the day off.

Scene 3:  Wife races in and out of shops buying prosecco, oysters, fresh bread and sweets from the patisserie. Hurriedly stuffs the back of the car full of doonas and pillows. Drives to the farm, music blaring.

Scene 4:  Wife arrives at the farm. Sneaks past husband to the top of the hill. Rings him on mobile.
Wife: “Where are you?”
Husband: “In the hay shed paddock.”
Wife: “Well I’m up in that protected little spot on the top of the hill. Want to join me?”

Scene 5:  Cut to shot of husband flying at breakneck speed across bumpy paddock on tiny ancient tractor.

Scene 6:  Dissolve to shots of clouds and trees swaying in the breeze.

Scene 7:  Cut to shot of husband and wife’s children reading this post, holding their hands to their heads in a shoot-me-now-gun-like pose.

Scene 8:  Two happy souls, snuggled under doonas, talking (really talking) and cloud watching for the first time in years.

Which all leads me to ask this question…

When is the last time you truly surprised someone, let alone surprised yourself?

Try it soon.

Trust me.

I’m feeding you pearls lol.

Postcript:  Back in town later that night we went to a fundraiser for a friend. Steve was asked to draw the raffle. He pulled out a ticket. No takers. Checked his own pocket. It was his! First prize – a dozen bottles of lovely local wine. Huzzahhh!

Pulled out a second ticket. No takers. Checked his pocket. It was his … again!

He was so embarrassed he put it back in and handed the bag to someone else 🙂

The moral of the story:  If you’re looking for a happy ending maybe you’ve got to rewrite the script!

Have a great week x

Two old things in a junk shop and a story from Malta

Steve and I have been together for quite a while now and throughout the years, apart from our shared and tragic passion for Survivor, there is another big element in our lives which gives us enormous pleasure.

Second hand junk shops and auctions.

Oh sorry Steve. Did you think I was going to say something else?

It doesn’t matter where we are in the world, if we spy a dusty, overcrowded
treasure house of junk, it’s just a given that we’ll dive in and take a look.

Happily losing ourselves in the moment, searching for our own specific treasures.

Until I hear “Marg Marg Marg!” and the moment’s broken and I’m dragged off
to look at some piece of crap really interesting stuff that Steve has found.

One day I sent him on a mission to buy a cheap second hand microwave from an auction.

He came home with an antique divers helmet.

Only it turned out it wasn’t antique. It was Copper Art. ahhh that still makes me laugh.

More often than not we come out empty handed.

It’s more about the pleasure of looking …

and imagining ….

and admiring old things that were made by hand and made to last.

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Old things that have had a good life … but have still got plenty of life left in them.

A bit like ourselves really.

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Apparently Aaron at Bathurst Mart has been asked to sell this statue of Joseph many times over the years but he told me this lovely story this morning of why he’s hung on to it. He was a little boy in Malta when the Germans were bombing it and his father placed a statue of Joseph on the roof of their home and prayed to it every day to keep them safe.

He has a picture of their house standing tall while everything around it was flattened.

His mum said it was luck.

His dad said it was Joseph.

So just to play it safe, Aaron has his own Joseph looking down from high above his office.

It’s a bit hard to tell whether it’s working 😉

Anyway this was a rambling way to say that one of the nice ways to spend a wintery Saturday morning in Bathurst is to go poking around the many antique and second hand shops we have in town. If you spot a couple of nice old things, make sure you say hello.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever come home with from a second hand store?
One of my favourites is a vintage, French enamelled enema pitcher which I now use to keep all my kitchen implements in  🙂

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Thanks Aaron for letting me wander with the camera this morning. Bathurst Mart is located on the Vale Road (the road to Goulburn) just on the outskirts of town.

We’re up and happening on Pinterest.

I’m still getting my head around the whole social media thing and my jury is still out on it, but for those of you who are into Pinterest, I thought I’d let you know that I’ve set up a site that showcases a lot of the photos that have appeared so far on the blog.

I’m actually really impressed with the Pinterest interface – it’s beautiful to use.

If it is your thing and you’d like to take a look: just click here.

What’s your take on social media?  Do you reckon it’s all it’s cracked up to be?

Marg

It wouldn’t be a farmers market without the farmers. Thanks for coming!

On the 4th Saturday of every month, Bathurst hosts a farmers market in the
grounds of our historic showground.

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I take my hat off to the producers who turn up each month, especially in the depths of winter because the showground is so so so so cold!

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The pavilions were built in the late 1800s

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and while the architecture is superb

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I don’t think they had any notion about passive solar design

back in 1896.

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It is the perfect setting for the markets though

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How can anyone resist these

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or these?

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It’s lovely to turn up and see what’s on offer each month.

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I so admire the fact that people take such pride in what they do

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and that they are rewarded for their efforts.

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I love running into my beautiful colourful friends

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and talking to people who care about the world we live in and the food we eat

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It’s also the perfect excuse to put on your pinkest shoes and wear that pussy cat bag you’ve been itching to wear…

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and to buy the best damned olive oil this side of Liguria.

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Everything is so fresh

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and enticing

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and made with love.

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Until today I’d never really looked closely at the old paintings that decorate the interior walls in the showground pavilions. Does anyone know anything of their history?

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I particularly like the one of the apple pickers behind our new friend Con up top.

I think it might actually snow this weekend. I have nothing to back that up except we’ve just braved the sideline of the rugby field to watch Darcy play and scuttled home to get warm. It’s a snuggle-down-in-front-of-the-heater kind of weekend me thinks. Stay cosy x

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Thanks to all the producers who kindly let me take photos this morning (some of which were duds I’m sorry), including Con & Rose, Stoney Creek Wildflowers, Linda’s Chilli Relish, Ploughman’s Hill Olive Oil (love your work!), Castlereagh Seed Savers, Saltbird Flavoured Salt, Cabonne Country Honey, our local vignerons and Milnes of Mudgee. I wish I could include everyone who makes the effort to come to Bathurst every month but on behalf of the community – thank you.

Baby calves and winter colours from Oberon

Steve has been regaling us with stories of the baby calves out at his mum’s
farm over the past few weeks…

So I sent he and Maddy on a little photo assignment yesterday.

Oberon is about 40 minutes from Bathurst and much higher. It’s one of the coldest
areas in our part of the world. Bloody cold! But very pretty.

Coming from the coast this world was so different to where I grew up.

Yet it’s where my boy is most at home. So in his element.

He knows every calf and every mum.

Is that cute or what!

 

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Photos: Maddy x

Pulling out the pretties

A last night together before our little girl heads back to uni.

Roast lamb in the oven and Gran down for a game of cards.

An excuse to go in search of pretty things.

The lovely sound of teenagers fighting in their rooms.

A chance to pull out old favourites – decades old.

I quite like frayed…

… precious but not too precious.

… special but not too special.

Just a little passing moment

Got to grab them when you can!