Look at them there, on the side of the road. Avocadoes, macadamias, just chillin’. Waitin’ for you to buy.
There is nothing cooler that people having an abundance of stuff and sharing it with others. If you know where to drive, you could almost make a salsa from roadside produce – lemons, limes, tomatoes, avocadoes, chillies, fresh herbs… a little posy for the table. I love the drive to the hinterland and always take the long way so I can indulge.
I bought two bags and as cliche as it sounds, they were seriously good avocadoes.
I often go through Mapleton and Montville on the way to Maleny, then go home. But with little ones in the car sometimes I go the other way and let off a little steam at one of the playgrounds in Maleny. Then I poke into as many stores as I can before we do the drive back home.
You gotta be patient, mum. Going down the “side” is so exciting I’ve gotta do it 57 times.
Shut up, I like swinging.
I love to go through Montville on a Saturday, as they have a wonderful market on the village green. Which is literally called the Village Green, no doubt due to it’s village-greeniness.
Back when I worked up this way, I was invited to be guest speaker at a book fair in this gorgeous little hall. I wore my best dress.
Now that is some dappled sunlight shit. Breezy, shady, making all the fresh produce look inviting and making you wish you could buy one of everything and put it in a big old house with polished floorboards and gigantic windows and quilts everywhere. And flowers, lots and lots of flowers.
I love the crazy stores and unusual buildings along the main street. There’s always something to see. Like this awesome clock shop, filled with actual cuckoo clocks and wooden bitsy things and grandfather clocks and general European radness.
There’s no real theme, just imagination, window boxes and pretty lampposts. There’s even a fudge shop. You want to live here now, right?
Ok now do you? Trees ain’t this pretty where I’m from.
The roads into and out of Montville kill me with their prettiness. It’s like driving through a picturesque postcard, and it’s often a few degrees cooler than down by the beach, so you can wind down the window and breathe in the fresh mountain air. There’s always something to look at – rolling hills, grazing cows, far-off places, huge farmhouses.
Oh yeah, and Baroon Pocket Dam.
I love the history around the area… buildings that have been here since the place was founded. I wonder what this building has seen over the years. Probably not a hammer, but plenty of other things! slowly the road alongside the house would have been forged, then made into a track, then had bitumen on it. Horses, then cars riding by.
I also love the pioneer cottages at Maleny – actual houses that were lived in during the period, all furnished with original pieces, clothes in the cupboards, pictures on the walls. I could totally live in either of them with their rickety tables, iron beds and mismatched china.
Then I’d probably wish I had an airconditioner.
I’d like one day to stand at the screen door of my kitchen, looking out at the green hills and pretty trees. I don’t even know if this place has a screen door or if its kitchen overlooks the view, but I’ll romanticise it anyway. How nice would it be to sit in a cool spot on the porch with a book and an iced tea? Taking in this view, hearing nothing but birds and crickets and serenity? Can you even hear serenity? I’ll give it a red-hot go.
I’m totally going to overlook the hippeastrum typo because I think it’s lovely to be able to buy such beautiful flowers and fresh-picked berries from someone’s front yard, just throwing a couple of coins into an honesty box. I’d personally punch anyone trying to steal from such a setup. I want to buy it all, just to show them I’m grateful! But I’m not very good at growing flowers. Are hippeastrums easy? Anybody? Bueller?
And this never gets old.
Do you live somewhere pretty? Nice country-drive territory?
And if you have a kitchen with a screen door overlooking green meadows, can we be mates?