Ahoy there

Heart broken

I got this cup from Target the summer before I started boarding school. (It was on the list with the regulation school underwear [enormous bloomers] which I also got. I think I was the only one.) It disappeared for several years until I found it at the bottom of a bin of molasses.















It has followed me through school, and uni, and falling in and out of love, and moving house fifteen times.

Then tonight I was tired and not paying attention and I grabbed the chopping board off the drying rack and shattered the cup across the floor.

I know I shouldn't get so attached to things.

Brunswick VII (sort of)

Pardon?

I was shopping for prizes (and can I just say that food is hard when you have kids who can't have some combination of nuts, gluten, dairy, kiwi fruit, egg, pepper, sesame seeds and animal products - given the supermarket's stock, I went with wizz fizz) when I saw the chocolate.

You may wish to clik to embiggen. Or you may not.

To market

I fell out of the habit of going to farmers' markets - I am inclined to point the finger at school and its wearying grind. But I have been feeling more like myself in the past few weeks than I have done in years (well, since I started school, actually) and went to a farmers market last weekend.

Among other things were these tomatoes. I bought a bagful and they never actually made it into a dish. Every time I took one (or three) out of the fridge and let it come to room temperature, I was intoxicated by the smell and ate it neat.














I am going to my favourite farmers' market today and might start going to Ceres again.

Early

I always forget how much I like birthdays. Nell is going away for the weekend so, in the place of gin cocktails, early yarn.

Predators

Their favourite place to sit, watching the birds in the loquat tree.

So, weaving

Woven rectangle with sleeves. Simple and lovely. This is the second woven thing I've seen and loved.

Dragon lamp

You’re alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.

Most days, I walk to work through the cemetery. I like it because it is beautiful and it reminds me that we die. So, on the one hand, it is pretty magical that life works at all, and, also, nothing is really that bad because we'll be dead soon.




















At the end of the cemetery are these flowers. They smell fantastic, I don't know what they are. They flowered just before that hot spell in November, so some of the blooms are a little brown and wilted, but they still smell amazing. They mean that I take deep breaths and relax a whole lot before I get to work.



















I am also a fan of all the ginkgos they planted last year.