Been a while since I posted anything here, so I have decided to publish a catch up post.
Our front yard has been such a mess, with all the winds we’ve been having
over summer. I thought I should at least rake all the
leaves and twigs up. The thought of bending over and picking up the leaves to
put into the bin made me feel ill, so when I saw our neighbour about to drive
off with her oldest son, I called out over the fence to ask what the younger
two were doing, and if they would like to earn a bit of pocket money. She said
they would and when I asked how much to pay them, and would $10 be enough, she
said "More than enough!" The two boys (12 and 14 approx.) appeared
within minutes bringing their own rakes and gardening gloves, and their green
wheelie bin. I raked, and they scooped everything up and piled it into the two
bins. The yard was cleared in about 20 minutes - I was so grateful! I had $15
and two $50 bills in my purse, so I gave them the $15 and they ran off happily!
Their Mum told me later I was way too generous! but if ever we needed help
again, just call out. Ken came home from
Bunnings just as the boys were leaving with their bin and rakes, and he was as
pleased as I was to have the yard cleaned up. So nice to have such kind (and
young and fit!) neighbours!
My niece Susan's oldest son Peter was married last
weekend and we attended the wedding with about 100 other guests. The church is
a modern 'hall' type Anglican church (no spire, organ, or church pews as I
remember them), and it seems that people can do their own thing and set it up
however they like for a wedding.
Peter is the president of the
local brass band, so they were there to provide the music. He and his new
wife Lizzie set the church up the day
before, with chairs covered in fabric and a bow tied around each chair.
Afternoon tea was provided after the wedding in an adjacent hall, while
caterers converted the church hall into a reception room with trestles and
chairs, and a spit roast.
Here I am with Peter and his lovely bride Lizzie. They are both tall, and I feel like I've shrunk when I see myself in photos next to taller people!
We had opted not to stay for the reception when we accepted the invitation, but
stayed until about 5 pm circulating among the rellies, most of which we hadn't
seen for a few years (apart from my brothers and their wives), and it was fun
to catch up with the younger members of the family who had all grown about 2
feet since we last saw them as kids! It was so hot, as there was no air
conditioning, so Ken and I were glad to get home and flake out in our nice cool
home (we'd left the air con running while we were out. Thank you Mr Solar!)
On Sunday afternoon we visited Ken's cousin David and his
wife Yaso, who live in Clifton Hill in a terrace house that was built in 1873
or thereabouts. They are renovating it
inside, but sympathetically to it's age, and it is looking fabulous. We piled
70 baby quilts in the back of the ute and delivered them to Yaso, who works
with the PNG native people, and organises the distribution of our quilts to
their babies. I was so pleased to get rid of all those boxes and bags out of
our spare room! We had a lovely
afternoon tea with them, and Yaso showed me some of the saris she has brought
back from her last trip home to Malaysia to see her mother. She wants me to make a quilt from the saris
but I’m reluctant to cut into such beautiful silk fabrics, so I’ll take it to
some patchwork groups and see what they can advise.
Ken has been selling some of his Gouldian finches and quails, which helps to make room for all the newly hatched babies. He bought two Princess Parrots recently and they are such a change from the smaller quiet finches; We love hearing them chortling away to each other.
We had been having a cold drink while sitting watching the birds one day recently, and Tiger jumped up on the table and knocked over my empty glass. He looked so guilty, I had to take a photo!