MATE. It has been all systems go round here lately, trying to coax my garden into behaving (a new house/garden/soil always is a bit howyagoin the first year), to stop the chickens from destroying everything we hold dear, sourdough making, sewing, crochet, school runs, lunchboxes, emails, work work work, the constant cleaning that dusty old houses require, trying to get enough sleep, nominating myself for school council, baking, and of course, keeping up with mah Royals.
Like, destroy EVERYTHING. Our yard is scratched to death. There is (literal) shit everywhere that we are constantly washing off. Something must be done.
The san marzanos are taking their sweet-ass time. A late start got everything on the back foot, and the chickens keep digging up the roots so none of the four plants that survived from the 8 I grew from seed are very pleased with me at all.
But we are trying to make the most of the weather while we still can. Check out that parched grass, eh? The rain this morning was very welcome.
Popped this little number onto my crochet project list.
Beans. Never ending soaking of the beans.
Books. Never ending reading of the books.
Re-read this banger and never have I had such a successful starter. It was a 10/10 every single day. She’s currently hibernating in my fridge until I get a chance to give it a run.
Ah she’s beautiful.
No denying autumn is HERE. Just glorious tho.
Smalls flogged my phone from my back pocket to play Lego Rush at school pickup and ended up taking wonky photos of the street as we walked back to the car, including this one of her personal pack horse.
Spotlight had 40% off fabric this weekend just gone, so I grabbed some fun stuff to make blankets and cushions etc for an upcoming slumber party birthday. The sparkly soft fabric has been hemmed into blankets and Bigs has basically declared me Mother of the Year.
Smalls went on a little playdate to the beach and was that excited she got her hat, sunglasses, and backpack on at least half an hour too early. Bless her.
Again, the chickens. They don’t care that you don’t want to share, and they are FAST. They’re out of their minds.
Dust trap upon dust trap upon dust trap upon nodding violets.
The Melbourne mornings have been RESPLENDENT.
And of course, the comfort food has BEGUN. Cosiness commences: now.
What have you been up to? Are you a royal fan? Growing tomatoes better than me? Watching Nailed it on Netflix, which everyone’s raving about? Wishing it would rain? Scared of the end of summer? Tell me everything.