Friday, 27 February 2015

coming home

Just spent a couple of days in Melbourne - dinner with the girls, a visit to Heidi's workplace (a child care centre where I got to spend the morning with a group of delightful 2 year olds), catching up with long time friends, lunch with Rachel and a bit of shopping - busy but so enjoyable.

Flew back with Colin last night and woke this morning to what is becoming a familiar view, with a hint of morning moodiness today. Already they are beginning to set up for a twilight market to be held on the boardwalk this afternoon.

And not surprisingly Launceston now feels like home...

Monday, 23 February 2015

stacking wood

Colin and I were on wheelbarrow duty, my mother got the job that requires some skill - stacking.  Found out first hand that lots of creepy crawlies live in logs including ants, spiders and beetles. You can be sure I wore gloves and sprayed them with insect repellent first and sprayed my shoes as well...

Saturday, 21 February 2015

penny farthing

Spent the afternoon at the Evandale Fair enjoying the Australian Penny Farthing races, along with all things old.

old cars

old bikes

old costumes

Racing, were the enthusiasts and the serious. All the way from kids to over 70s!

little legs

grey beards

ready, set


neck and neck

red goes faster

Wednesday, 18 February 2015

love affair

There’s something about Italians and tomatoes; it is in the blood. They make you feel so happy. You can never have too many. There’s always space for one more plant and by summers end they are laden with ripened fruit, bent and burdened by an avalanche of red. In between there’s usually a mountain of basil and parsley. There’s a tomato for every occasion; one kind for eating and another for putting in salad and another still for making pasta sauce.

The end of summer is the time for picking and bottling and freezing. The kitchen overflows with round and red, a multitude of ways to store and preserve. There is nothing so sweet, that tastes so good, as a tomatoe you have grown yourself…

Monday, 16 February 2015

the silos

The silos dominate the view from our balcony and lounge room windows. Tall and impressive, the sandy cylinders impose themselves upon the landscape. At first it seemed such a pity that these monstrous objects jutted from the ground dwarfing all in sight, a blot on the vista from our windows. From every direction they are visible, sentinels upon the river bank. They are the backdrop to Seaport.

Slowly I begin to see and feel that they are so much more and that they belong. Built in the late 50s, they are a remnant from a time when Kings wharf was the centre of a thriving industrial precinct. At their base are the sawtooth designed woolsheds, a couple of decades older still. Abandoned and decaying the silos have been given a second chance at life, an ambitious project to retain and redevelop the silos into an accommodation and conference centre. The cleanup phase has begun, trucks, like ants, crawl over the site, coming and going about their business. I wonder how much of the transformation we will see over the coming year or so.

For now, I am enjoying watching the many moods of the silos; the way the soft morning light reflects upon the vertical walls, the way the still water creates a mirror image, the way a grey and moody sky cloaks the silos in drama and the way a marmalade sunset is a picture perfect backdrop for this impressive old building.

And this impressive old building has imposed itself upon me. No longer a towering interloper, defiant and solitary, now it is a beacon, welcoming me home. A majestic survivor that continues to intrigue and inspire….

Wednesday, 11 February 2015

apricot jam

Picked up a couple of kilos of apricots from the Harvest Market on the weekend. Tasty but not juicy, hopefully just right for jam...

Monday, 9 February 2015

two worlds

It's hard to get my head around spending Sunday morning walking around The Gorge in Launceston and Sunday evening listening to Paul kelly at Zoo Twilights in Melbourne...

Saturday, 7 February 2015

Nick's pantry

Raided Pops garden and pantry today. Actually raided is incorrect, had produce thrust upon us is closer to the truth. Very thankful though. Like all good Italians, at this time of year his garden is full of tomatoes, basil and parsley and his pantry full of bottled and pickled and home-made stuff - Score.....

Wednesday, 4 February 2015

summer harvest

Raided Grandma's garden for dinner supplies. I'm liking this communal gardening idea, reaping what I have not sown...

Monday, 2 February 2015

days end

The balcony was the perfect spot for a bit of sunset appreciation tonight.