My daughter turned 18 two days ago. Legally she’s an adult now but she’ll always be my baby. One who’s never liked a big fuss or being the centre of attention but this weekend that’s what she was. On Friday night we drove to Mansfield, where she’s worked casually at a horse trail riding company … More Wild Night as Tash turns 18
For all you dessert lovers out there I thought I’d follow up my last post with the recipe for my Peach and Raspberry Tart. This is a first for me, posting a recipe and I don’t have any elaborate step by step pictures to guide you but it’s super easy and such a favorite amongst … More Sharing a bit of Tart
Last night after dinner we went for a walk and on the way home we detoured to the local park near the kindergarten where my son (now 15) attended years ago. “I’m going on the swing mum” he said, running off before I could reply. I used to love it when the kids were younger … More Let’s Play
Tensions rising, lightness disappearing. Adrenalin high, senses imploding. Need to regain the moment of clarity and ease. Dark clouds looming ominous and threatening to drench us, engulf and drown us. But we emerge into the light and under a half baked moon life continues. Tonight there was palpable tension in our household. Loud words, too … More Storm Clouds
I’ve been to Tasmania at least five times. I’ve camped, hiked, cycled, sailed, eaten and drunk my way from one end of this island state to the other. But I still haven’t seen it all. This holiday season I’d contemplated a family camping trip along the east coast but it didn’t eventuate. However, it got me thinking, about … More A taste of Tasmania
I had an interesting visitor today. He laughed a lot, although he didn’t come inside, he was quite content to sit on my decking. He was small, fat and very cute and I’m not talking about an early visit from Santa Claus. When I snapped this first photo of the Kookaburra from inside he seemed to be … More A laughing matter
Today I had my second last Zumba class for the year and, as usual, it was a high energy, high octane and full on hour of fantastic music and moves. But I nearly didn’t show up. I was feeling tired and unmotivated and literally had to drag myself into the lesson. Sometimes that’s how I feel … More Doing the Snoopy Dance
I nearly drowned when I was a little girl. One minute I was wading knee deep in a river, the next I’d stepped into a hole and was over my head. I still remember the panic. Yesterday, as I watched my son swim his last lesson of the year, I realised he doesn’t need them anymore. … More Sink or Swim
I was out shopping locally today and couldn’t help stopping to admire the intricate work that’s gone into a colourful Christmas centre piece of nature, right here on my doorstep in Hurstbridge. This grand Wattle tree adds life and Christmas cheer to the main street of my friendly hometown village. It’s been lovingly decorated by community members in an … More Leaves and Elves in Hurstbridge
I am on a single span chairlift. Probably about 50 metres up from the ground. It reminds me of the time in Tasmania a few years ago when we took a chairlift ride across Cataract Gorge in Launceston. Heights have never been my thing, especially as I’ve got older. Normally the first thing I do is put the bar across … More Ups and Downs
