Winter scenes

Oh how quickly three months can go.

Three Wintery months that gave us almost every possible weather scenario one can imagine.

Wonderful, sunny, crisp days. Windy, grey, blustery days. Days filled with endless overcast skies and heavy rains.

Then of course there was the snow.

Magical, beautiful, whimsical snow.

My favourite.

Unlike Autumn where we ventured out quite often. I found us hibernating more and more as the cool months rolled on.

We engaged in the happy past time of following the sun about the house. Settling in the warmth of golden window light, with lego, books or perhaps a sneaky nap. “Mama, can you open your eyes now?’

And of course there were road trips too. Big and small. Sometimes location scouting, sometimes looking for snow but most often because of cabin fever.

There was a semi failed trip to Launceston in July, that ended with an unexpected drive home in the dead of night. Thank goodness for 10.30pm Mintie incentives. ‘Look, lollies!….We’re almost home I promise.’

In recent days, I’ve been enjoying watching our backyard come back to life. We’ve had blossoms and Daffodils, and today the air was fragrant with Jasmine.

The kids are already counting down the days until the next school break and are desperately excited for warmer weather.

To which I bluntly remind them that we live in Tasmania.

But regardless of the lingering cold, there is always a wonderful sense of achievement in turning over the calendar and knowing that it’s Spring.

Alongside that scary realisation that it’s practically Christmas.


Welcome to the home stretch friends.








May scenes

May began with a full feast of Autumn colour.

Our backyard changing almost daily with more and more bare branches up above, as the carpet of leaves grew thicker at our feet.

The start of the month also came with the burial of a sweet feathered friend we found on the driveway.

Too beautiful and precious to simply discard, we lay it in the soil and adorned it with yellow treasures to match it’s beautiful wings.

Unlike last month, the last few weeks have brought plenty of rain and much cooler weather.

I have attempted to embrace the mantra ‘have gumboots, will adventure’.

This is easy on the days that are crisp and sunny but not so much the greyer ones. However, I know that time spent outdoors always makes for much happier dispositions. So I tell myself to get out as often as we can.

Term two is in full swing and we have had plenty of before school and post school meltdowns. The children are overtired and tempers flare.

Sometimes doors are slammed so hard the whole house shakes, and angry voices are so loud I wonder what the neighbours must think.

This will no doubt continue through June and so I will continue to practice my ‘be calm’ self talk.

On the plus side though, the ongoing cooler days are a perfect excuse for hot chocolates, movie watching and wearing one’s pyjamas from 5pm onwards.






April scenes

April felt like a strange extension of the Summer holidays.

With the days unusually warm and filled with the company of children.

We spent a lot of our time outdoors, or around the kitchen table making crafty messes.

The lack of rain has meant I have relished in my favourite activity of bundling the kids in the car, packing a bag full of snacks (and other necessities), and just driving.

When the kids ask: “Mama, where are we going?’

I just say: ‘This way.’

And we end up, wherever we end up.

Parks, bush tracks, the beach.

We collect shells, rocks, Autumn leaves and our fair share of bruises, and scrapes.

Other days I have woken up to the sound of squabbling and a heavy feeling of exhaustion.

I crave alone time and space to think. I begrudgingly farewell my husband in the morning and sometimes send him whiny text messages.

Needless to say, this all part of the joyous/frustrating/chaotic/beautiful rhythm of life.

So here’s to May, whatever it shall bring.






This beautiful pair are engaged and full of love and happiness.

We had wonderful afternoon together, beginning in their sweet home and then strolling little Hobart streets.

Lil and Paul, thank you for having me and for being so darn adorable and gorgeous!

I hope your life together is rich with joy.




Notes (05)

This episode of ‘notes’ is brought to you by the wonderful Jess. 

Her words. My picture. 

Teamwork for the win!

Thank you darling friend for coming to my aid as the first official contributor to this part of my blog.

I love you muchly.


‘I am wary of strangers. Having moved from a small country town to a big city, every person I bump into is a potential threat.

On a dog walk recently, I bumped into a lovely, older man.

As we fell into step and our dogs circled each other’s genitalia, we got talking about life. I have to admit, it was a stimulating conversation as we shared similar careers and hobbies… minus the harmonica playing.

In the midst of his recommendations of dog walks he threw out a casual invitation:

“It would be nice to have a cup of tea together and talk shop…” he suggested.

Yes, yes, it would. But I’m sad to admit, that my first thought was, I wonder how many bodies are buried in your backyard and I don’t fancy being the next one.

Statistically, I knew this was far-fetched. But without his full name, Working With Children Number and a thorough Google search/stalk, I would never in my right mind, accept that invitation.

It got me thinking…

From now on, are we all just best to say “hello” and move on, or are we brave enough to take a chance on a stranger?

I like to think I’m the latter and yet, if I’m honest, I’m never having that cup of tea.

Would you?’