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Showing posts from August, 2015

Spring is just around the corner

... and we're practically cooking on gas!

Spring is such a tease this year.
After we've shivered through the coldest Melbourne winter 
in twenty-six years, we're looking forward to welcoming her.

She's proving a tad elusive.
One minute the sun cautiously peeps out, 
and we take the opportunity to warm our backs
walking along the Yarra river, in glorious sunshine.

The next we are rushing home to warm our toes
in front of the gas fire!

Our garden shrubs bless 'em, used to Melbourne's infamous
'four seasons in a day' climate,bloom full of hope.

Spring flowers too, 
ignoring our yo-yo temperatures, burst forth with a bright ta-ra!

However, it is perhaps the Aussie natives which have the biggest crescendo.  Awakening from their winter rest, a symphony of yellow wattle seen here at the Yarra's edge, creating it's own joyous sunshine...
And once again we're full of hope for the warmth ahead. It only takes one day of sun, and we're off to Barbeques Galore 

Our Lemon Tree

Our lemon trees are enjoying a spectacular season. This has been the coldest, wettest Melbourne winter for decades  and our lemons are loving it !

The good things about plenty of lemons is that Mr Wren leaps into action to make lemon curd!
Grannie's lemon curd recipe is very popular and has been handed down for the next generation to enjoy.
I have previously posted our Lemon Curd recipe For further details, click here!

We even made it a prize at one of our recent  Womens Premier League soccer matches. It puts a whole new meaning to the golden boot award! I offered a jar of lemon curd to be awarded to our player  who scored the most goals.
It was first playing second in the League Our opposition had the Australian Matilda's co-captain just back from playing in the Women's FIFA World Cup. We won, but it was close 1-0.

Mr Wren was not too impressed by my lemon curd incentive and so we were all pleased when the prize was  taken home by our Miss Canada,  who is living with us at the moment!
But look…

Tropical Cyclone Pam, Vanuatu

Just returning to Vanuatu as many of you have asked what is it like after the cyclone...?

We wander amidst what used to be a luxury resort. The damaged pandamus leaf roofs look woeful and forlorn.
Someone has writtenthe words 'Pam cyclone' beside the door. It makes me smile.

Such is the tremendous spirit of the Vanuatu people.
They want you to make no mistake 
the miserable, sorrowful sight is not neglect...
Oh no, these two words of explanation 'Pam cyclone' yell proudly 'this is not our norm, nor our reality'...
It's sad, but not somehow not depressing.

 A massive clean-up operation is underway,
the sound of chainsaws in action ring out across the islands, 
and the tourists are slowly coming back.

Next door at Brekkas Resort, it appears business as usual The inviting hammocks, gently rocking in the breeze. Waiting, waiting for the tourists to return. The sea is still ridiculously blue, the fish still amazing!

Tropical Cyclone Pam tore through the islands of Vanuatu on March 13…

My Sunday Photo

Linking with thanks to Image-in-ing

Honey I'm home!

I'm done chasing summers!Time to regroup, reconnect with family, friends and life back in Australia.Of course he remembered me. His little heart beating so strong and his tail wagging so fast, he was practically in orbit!
Here he is, the Crazy Poodle, slightly more unkempt than when I left but still as adoring as ever!
Mind you, I've noticed some new habits that have crept in whilst I was off on my wanderings...
He seems to have forgotten all manners,  to upgrade himself at every opportunity in my absence.

Seeking out any elusive sunshine  on the once forbidden spots like the lounge sofas. Or abandoning his doggy day bed in the garden,  for the strictly 'off limits for dogs' garden chairs.

Just a few ways he let's me know  he's not impressed by my gallivanting.
But I'm obviously going to have to lay down the law  BIG time to get him back on track!

It's been rather a chilly shock being back in winter,  Melbourne's wet winter has been the coldest for decades.

Whilst lo…