She knew where she was going

 I have been transported back to Melbourne, 1961.

"I love the fitfull gusts" and great poets can't always spell.

Leaving my cosy nook I went out to explore the treasures of Autumn and discovered inspiration.

Haw berry tea coming right up.

I love the fitfull gusts that shakes
  The casement all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
  The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane. John Clare.


Rose hip jam anyone?






New Nature Study card

Joyful Easter

Follow your inner moonlight

Some pocket notebooks inspired by words and a wonderful gift of domestic ephemera from the 1950's.

Changing light

Autumn is truly upon us with most trees changing colours. Lots of treasures to be found in the woods right now, so if you have a chance - choose to wander.

Acer Sango Kaku in our garden.

Last of the Summer sky

Reflections of the sky in the hydrangea blooms as we look forward to rain for the next week. It's like a blessing on the land where the bushfires came; a gentle blush of green is showing through.