We've had a picture-perfect sunday. We slept til we woke, ate a leisurely breakfast in the crisp morning air and headed down to Springwood to retrieve 'Wuthering Heights' (Fiennes/Binoche) from Video Ezy. I may watch the whole thing, -I may just listen to the soundtrack. Then Mr gets all 'I-bizzarely-don't-want-to-sit-on-my-ass-all-day-and-play-computer-games' and suggests we go for a walk. So off we trot to the Terrace Falls walk in South Lawson (and I don't take the camera.....). What a wonder! The water gushed over pristine rocks and white river sand, little green and red yabbies frolicked happily in the waterfall spray and Mr sank into quicksand most comically. We walked for about an hour and were delighted to discover that we have many further walks in the same area to discover on ensuing weekends (WITH the camera).
We headed home all lightly-sweaty and generally high on oxygen and Mr (again, -bizarrely) decides he will pull out the Vegonomicon and cook dinner for us.
A massive pot of spicy Jambalaya is now sitting on the kitchen bench awaiting evening consumption (Oh Lydgate...you really should have been here for this day!). I got all inspired and whipped up our soup for tomorrow at the same time, a lovely sweet potato, pumpkin, carrot, ginger, cumin and coconut cream concoction, with plenty of chilli. I will buy some extra-yummo crusty bread tomorrow before work.
As if all this crazy activity wasn't well-enough for one day, I have also cut and collected kindling for tonights fire. It's now 4pm and I'm still restless and looking for other industrious things to do...I'd start the Brocade silk quilt, but have no backing material...payday tuesday though:-)
So, that was my day, and here's the shots of my luscious and fruitful little bit of earth,-particularly pleased with the corn. One feels oddly clever when picking produce that one planted as a wee seed. Very satisfying and wholesome and all that.
Completely impressive Mustard Greens. Lightly saute with Nuttelex, Garlic and Lots of Vegeta and Black Pepper. Oh soooooo goood!
The cannot-be-bought-in-supermarkets Hubbard Squash. Completely unimpressive next to my mum's effort. She has grown an ohmigosh-massive one in her garden, but as I'm not at all competitive, I shall just mention that her garden has better sunlight exposure than mine and besides she inherited really really good soil that someone else worked on for ages and stuff.....JPG)
And finally, the umerow who (as a teenager now) prefers NOT sleeping with mummy or daddy anymore and has found various new sleepy-spots. The bag under the bed is a current favourite, as is the spare room bed (her own room.....spoiled much?) and the couch (as long as there's a nice big quilt on it for nesting purposes). Mr just showed me his truly heinous toenails that are 'less festy' than they used to be, but I will spare you the imagery....shudder.
I was actually going to call to see what you were up to today, but my day turned out to be far less productive than yours...
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Oh dear. Well, we MUST take you on the aforementioned walk very very soon. You will be amazed, astonished and generally revivified!! Methinks you need to buy a transport option of the car variety:-)
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