Gran’s Pavlova Recipe
Finally, an opportunity to unwrap my Gran’s cookery books and bake. My sister is hosting a morning tea for Mum’s birthday, and I’m looking for something reminiscent to make. I flick through the pages, unsure how practical this idea might be When clearing the old house, I came across two very old books. They are…
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Flow Disrupted
The flow was disrupted. First, two neighbouring edge pieces were – are still – missing. Then, part way through, I covered the puzzle one afternoon and took a long time to uncover it. Yet, this puzzle represents a return to flow after some years away from Canberra. It is one of three puzzles purchased during…
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Dear Garden Diary
Another heat wave. But thankfully, it’s the middle of February which means we are now on a sweet trajectory to Autumn and Winter. Yesterday’s massive storm means the lawn mower stays in the shed, and my plans have changed again; another of life’s patterns experiencing a little hiccup. Today, I’m harvesting a salad for lunch!…
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Too many books – again
Some books take on a new life and are no longer just books. They become Symbolic Representation. This means that a strategy of ‘One Book In, One Book Out’ is not possible in my home, because trashing a symbolic book is akin to trashing whatever it now represents. Some books are just too special. Although,…
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Bifurcated bedding – a weekend project
Right now, I’m supposed to be clearing the table so that I can cut a doona in half. It’s too big to fit in my washing machine, and I’m sick of washing it in the bathtub. Too much effort. The plan is to then sew on some buttons or ties (or safety pins, if it…
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Rebooting a weekend project
It’s a new year, but that wasn’t the trigger. The trigger, the light bulb moment, was the sight of the red lawn mower sitting in the middle of my dusty backyard. There is a photo in a similar vein, although dustier, from my 2019 weekend project, 12:32pm Saturday. Saturday, 2 February, 2019 “Why not!”, I…
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Summer’s breath
The delayed onset was appreciated but inevitably … and suddenly … the weather report was predicting heatwaves. I had a mandatory two-week vacation, starting at Christmas and rolling into the beginning of January. My plans for the Closedown were melting away. In the first few years after moving back to the Central West, I found…
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An old gardening hat
Trying to be a little more organised, a little more upcycled and a little more … bohemian … As I try, I find I’m standing at a critical juncture, again. If pressed, I could find a critical juncture to stand at every weekend. Today, I ask myself if hanging on to this hat makes me…
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Cherrie Zell 