Category: Life

Sometimes, the light hits the surrounding hills just right, and I manage to catch how it looks in the 45 seconds before it disappears.

These are the moments that I take to breathe, and to remind myself that everything will be okay.

The day after my wedding, as we cleaned up the house and yard, we discovered a few things.

Firstly, half a bottle of pink champagne left in the alcohol fridge and secondly, a sheet pavlova, cream and strawberries that my gorgeous aunt had baked and brought up, that hadn’t been put together or served.

Not wanting to waste the champagne, or the pavlova and not being a big drinker (or a drinker at all, really) I wondered what a strawberry champagne sauce would taste like.

Google was next to useless and instead, I made it up as I went along and ended up with the gorgeous looking thing pictured above. Kudos to the other gorgeous aunt on Nathan’s side who gave us the dessert glasses.

It was divine and really easy to make. Easy is something I very definitely needed!

Ingredients:

You need one small sheet pavlova,
some whipped cream,
a punnet of strawberries,
a cup (thereabouts) of sweet champagne
and one large pear, peeled, cored and diced.

Method:

Cut the strawberries up into quarters and dump into a saucepan, along with the diced peeled pear and champagne.

Simmer until the alcohol has cooked off and the fruit is mushy. Using a stick blender, blend it up to a smooth thick liquid.

Using a dessert glass, layer whipped cream, pavlova and the fruit sauce, until it all looks pretty.

You could top this off with fans of strawberries, or mint sprigs. I was going to, but I turned around to check the sauce and my children had eaten them on me.

Such is my life.

I’m having a little trouble with the fact that it is SUNDAY already, which effectively means that I have only thirteen days until our wedding. Time slips away, like water, it feels.

This was my photo for the ABC Open 11.11.11 11.11 project. I was a little short on snapping time, but there you go.

Spitfire caterpillars.

Lady bird sex!

Tasmanian Sunset

And finally, this from Google that I screenshotted yesterday. It appears the Internet truly DOES know everything about me. Thanks Google, it made me smile.

More photos at Frogpondsrock.

So, the lovely Frogpondsrock asked me to host Sunday Selections today.

These next two are from our trip to Bonorong Park, which I’ll talk about properly soonish.

Three Tawny Frogmouths, all in a row.

Tasmanian Devil and her joeys.

Sunday Selections: The Blurb from Frogpondsrock.

The Blurb

I take a lot of photos and most of them are just sitting around in folders on my desktop not doing anything. I thought that a dedicated post once a week would be a good way to share some of these photos that otherwise wouldn’t be seen by anyone other than me.

I am also remarkably absent minded and I put photos into folders and think that I will publish them later on and then then I never do.

So I have started a photo meme that anyone can join in and play as well. The rules are so simple as to be virtually non existent.

Just add your name and URL to the Mr Linky.

Publish your photos on your blog using the “Sunday Selections” title.

Link back here to me.

Easy Peasy.

It’s no secret that I dislike early mornings with the kids and find school mornings inordinately stressful, even if I do have everything laid out and organised the night before. Let’s face it, I am just not a morning person and would much prefer to greet the day slowly, from the warmth and comfort of my bed.

But, that’s not how it goes once your child is at school. Most mornings, I’m lucky if I even manage half a cup of tea, before we’re out the door, dropping Amy off at school.

However, once the chaos of the actual drop-off is over and done with, we come home and Isaac and I have a leisurely breakfast, while he watches cartoons and I catch up on things I need to do.

With school holidays happening at the moment, I may be getting a slower start of a morning, but that is counterbalanced by the amount of attention my children need. And frankly, at this point, I’ll forgo a lie in, in favour of no screaming/fighting/kicking/hitting/toy stealing/whining. Which is what it feels like my school holidays have been made up of, so far.

I think half of the problem is that this is Tasmania and while the calendar says that it is Spring out there, my weather flat out refuses to play nicely and it’s been cold and windy. Cold and windy means that my children have been inside more than out and it’s starting to do our heads in, just a little.

I took the kidlets to playgroup today and LO, it saved our sanity. Isaac only had two meltdowns, and Amy painted plaster figurines, leaving me mostly free to chat to other mothers and herd Isaac into the playdough table.

After that, they weren’t even that terribly behaved in the supermarket! I am, exhausted, of course, but so are the children, so it’s not too bad.

And all I can say is, how long until school goes back? (8 days)