A Winter Idyll

Today was Athena's day off, which we spent at Tullycavan. It was a beautiful winters day which involved the physical work of gathering wood for a bonfire.  As the sun set we drove back home wending our way home through the hills.

Pattern and Organised Doodling

I was standing under a Pin Oak minding kids playing, I looked up and was struck by the pattern I saw.

I was looking after the Arts Alliance stall at the Yarragon market and between talking to people these organised doodles were created. 

Thoughting

The provisional, the contingent. To live in this state. The truth exists, but for me it is always contingent. We have to live as if we 'know', 'have'  the truth, but hold it lightly, allow the truth to live, to grow, to be itself. I know that this is one of the theoretical foundations of my understanding. That I should think with this in mind, but ofcourse I don't always. It is good to reach a place of chastisement and be call back to this idea.

A Winter Feast at the Abbey on Raymond Island

Yesterday Athena and I went to the Abbey of St Barnabas for a winter feast. The food, wine and conversation were wonderful. On the way back, on the ferry to Paynesville, the sky was magnificent.

Been in Melbourne

I was watching 'Miss Marple' on TV and drawing what was in the corner. The light was not brilliant so it was all problematic.

 We all went out for dinner. I ate too much, but it was tasted good.

 We visited my sister for a lovely rambling conversation about family stuff.  She has a photo of my Grandmother about whom I've been thinking a bit lately. I have that sense of things lost, not to be regained some of which is an image of her making scones. 'She could hear the garden gate squeak and before the person got to the door she was making scones and moments later they were in the slow combustion stove to be cooked'. Because her mother owned the General Store/Post Office/Pub in Mirboo, during WWI she would have been the person who delivered the telegrams notifying families about the death or status of their sons and maybe even the death of the man she was 'walking out with'.

Feeling Minimalist

Annual Tree Planting

Yesterday we continued a tradition of planting trees. As many of the family as can come together for a barbeque then plant trees. Great food and conversation. Catching up. Then that expression of hopefulness the planting a tree is.

Burning

The remains of some pines burning.