It went all grey here on the weekend. My pictures look like a McCubbin. It was dark and cold, a sense of looming rain that really didn't set in until late afternoon. I removed about 5000 leaves - no joke - from our back yard and around the water tanks. Bush land surrounds us, it is enchanting, oxygenating, dangerous - in terms of fire - and a lot of work to keep 'under-control.' I do my best and also pray to the ancestors of this land to keep us safe, educated about it's mysteries, protected and happy. In return I hope to caretake the land to their liking. It's so beautiful here. After a while I want to give the trees names, not human names like the story that Harry the tree man told me about last week. His secretary has a tree named Sally. I suppressed a giggle and refrained from asking the obvious.
Over the weekend the kitchen saw much activity. Together we made Heidi Swanson's Quinoa Patties. I added garlic to the recipe, Dazla added black sesame seeds and we came up with a lovely but slight variation. The next time we will make them as a burger pattie with beetroot, sliced tomato, Japanese mayonnaise. Tonight it is still dark and rainy - a welcome variation on the bushfire weather from last week - so I'm making a barley and black lentil soup and roasted garlic potatoes - the best kind, from the garden, dug out by little hands. We celebrated an 8 year anniversary too.
I also had a date out alone. Oh, pure joy! I was walking down the street supressing my elation thinking that people might think, "Who is that mad woman, smiling to herself, punching her fists in the air?" I went to dinner and after I saw Stories We Tell. It's fabulous! The film finished and I went to a friends home, for a small intimate gathering, a bottle of prosseco, papaya and cheesecake.
Joining up with Amanda. Pop over and relish in her greatness. Love Katie x