Well it’s official. It’s winter again apparently. Last night we had minus 2C and we both needed hot water bottles and Earl and Bezial needed their blankets again. I did hear that there was a sizable chunk of iceberg floating around off the coast of Macquarie Island which is pretty close to Tasmania as the crow flies so maybe that’s got something to do with it but for whatever reason, our days are sunny but it’s cold inside and we have resorted to blankets and hot water bottles in the middle of the day.
I have been venturing further away from our usual morning walks now that the weather is more conducive to trotting around the countryside with my (somewhat less than) faithful hound Earl. I am attempting to lose a few kilo’s before summer arrives and takes me by surprise and there are worse ways to loosen a few stray kilograms than strolling around the glorious countryside that we happen to have migrated to back in 2007. It’s really lovely in Spring and Autumn and I make the most of it before I have to revert back to pre-dawn slinking around in the dark with Earl because it’s too hot in the sun to walk.
Because it’s been pretty cold, Bezial has been suffering a bit with arthritis in his front shoulder where he jumped out of our moving car through the window when he was a pup and injured himself. He had a decent walk and a swim yesterday so he got to stay home today with Steve whilst Earl and I headed out and I decided to take Earl for a nice long walk to tire him out. We walked to the Deviot Yacht club. Deviot is a neighbouring suburb to ours and a most desirable place to live. Earl loves to walk to Deviot and back but as it’s a 7km+ walk we don’t do it very often. Not only did we do it today but I walked him back down the highway so he got even more walk. He is currently fast asleep on his back on the couch so my plan worked!
Earl has regular stops on our walks in the district where he calls out to his friends over the fence or leaves them a “message” on their mailboxes. He left Porridge, the bolshie Yorkshire terrier a message this morning to say “Earl Woz Ere'”. I don’t think he realised that porridge doesn’t actually like him much but we won’t tell him now will we? The same goes for his friend Daisy who usually stands up on the gate to bark to him, his other friend (also called Daisy but with the prefix “crazy”) who must have been inside and his friend Libby who was with her human George adding deck rails to his new deck so Earl had to make do with telling ALL of the neighbourhood dogs that he owned every square cm of the walk too and from Deviot.
I was going to post a short compilation film of the area around here today but after we shot the footage and compiled it we had a lot of problems getting it to convert and when it did it looked terrible so I decided not to use it. It doesn’t help when you are filming through the car window and your husband is a lead foot and can’t go under 70km/hour or he explodes (apparently. I am somewhat skeptical about this claim…) but either way no footage for today so I took photos and accidental selfies this morning to pepper my post so that you can see why I am not averse to hoofing it with the hound on a regular basis at the moment.
The local birds have been working overtime to raise babies and the cheese cubes seem to disappear from the window sill and the deck rail no sooner than I have put them out there. We have all of the local native murderers present and accounted for on Serendipity Farm but some of them appear to prefer cheese to murdering other birds/chicks but we did notice that Bruce, the male quotient of our resident pair of Australian Butcher birds had a distinctive red tinge to his chest feathers the other day whilst hoofing down a fist full of cheese so it would appear he may just have imbibed in one of our many baby chicks prior to cramming his craw with cheese to take home to fill his well fed babies cheeks. Not only is he scoffing chicks and native birds AND cheese cubes but he has decided that he quite likes the dogs steak. We leave it outside to thaw as we buy it in bulk (32kg a fortnight), divide it up into daily portions and freeze it and we take a couple of portions out a day as we now feed steak to our now tame male feral cats (don’t ask) and I thought that the cats were invading Poland to nibble on the sides of the frozen meat chunks but on closer inspection the invasion looked a whole lot more like long beak pecks than cat munches. Give these birds an inch and they will take a mile!
Just a reminder to people who may have forgotten, Steve and I are studying how to make short films this year at TasTAFE and aside from learning HEAPS (like I don’t actually want to make short films thank-you-very-much!) we are at the pointy end of the course now and Steve and I just spent a fortnight of solid swatting to complete all of the accompanying paperwork needed to support our film submissions. It certainly felt amazingly good to hand it all in and I am just about to hand in my edited short drama. Once it gets accepted and I have completed tidying it up according to my lecturers directives, I will share it here. Steve is about to film his short film (The Bench) and the same deal goes. Once he has finished filming and editing it, we will share it here to show you all what we learned (or didn’t) through the year.
I can almost feel the courses completion and my reentry into the garden on a regular basis. I filled up the wicking bed tanks for the first time this season the other day (right before it rained) and watered Sanctuary using the irrigation system that we installed last year. Luckily I checked the watering system as it was leaking and we had to fix it but other than that it worked fine so once we had put a new clip on the offending weak spot, Sanctuary had a well deserved drink. Pretty soon I will be back to watering every other day in Sanctuary and once a week in Narnia (the wicking fridges). We are about to order some more topsoil for filling the rest of the fridge wicking beds that are currently full of water and mosquito larvae but once we get the topsoil I can mix it with the compost I have been hoarding shamelessly and we can plant out some more lettuce, greens and basil in these “new” beds.
I have been enjoying broad beans fresh from the wicking fridges and everything else is taking off now that the sunshine has returned. Even the minus 2C last night didn’t get to the tomatoes in Narnia but I bet that there is a long line of sad panda’s lined up to trudge in to Bunnings (local large hardware and nursery store in Australia) to pick up more tomato seedlings this morning as the frost will have knocked tomatoes the state over for six. There are more benefits than a lovely view to living near the water and less severe frosts is one of them.
I am starting to think that I will soon be able to get back to spinning as I had to put it on hold for a while as we waded through our work. We are helping fellow classmates film their films as well and as enjoyable as it is, it is also stressful acting, filming, doing sound and crewing for other people as you really want to do your best job and as we are all rank amateurs its often “fingers crossed” time for all concerned. I have held spinning in the back of my mind as my reward for all of my hard work and I have lots of lovely fleece of all kinds of creatures in my craft room wafting out at me every time I head into the craft room (which also doubles as a spare pantry where I store all of my spices etc.) I love that I can now spin my own custom yarn and one day I might just get good enough at it to produce something nice enough to make lovely things for other people.
Well I think that might be all for today folks. I don’t want to wear your eyes out and I know it’s hard these days as everyone is used to small snippets of information in large doses. I hope you all have a spectacular Sunday and week ahead wherever you are and that you get to indulge yourselves with something suitably blissful at least once this week. “Enjoy!” 🙂