Next on the list of providing good stuff to eat is a herb garden. I used to be very committed to an ornamental garden that I could sit in and enjoy, but I've started to realise that this requires work and maintenence and gives little back. So, bit by bit we're filling up all the gaps with food plants. Hmmmmm, parsley, sage rosemary and thyme...and some other kooky ones I haven't used much, like lovage (great name!) tarragon, chervil and whatever else I stumble across when I start looking for herbs.
I'm not generally the outdoorsy type. If it's cold, windy or muddy I prefer to park my caboose next to the heater or fluff around in the kitchen. But the last week or so has seen me held hostage by a couple of snot wielding bandits. Not to mention the old fashioned (without the charm) winter we've been subjected to. I wouldn't dare complain about the rain, in fact I'm awfully enthused about standing idly, hose in hand, watering the garden or exposing my children to their first encounter with running under the sprinkler, now that restrictions are being eased. Yay for rain. BUT, if I don't get some serious levels of vitamin D into my ailing system I'm frightened my head will explode. That's where the gardening groove has come from. Too much time stuck at home looking at the backyard mess, desperate to get out into nature and to give the children a good run around.
The weather man and I are usually on good terms but we've had a falling out over my desperation for sunshine. He repeatedly told me throughout the last week that Sunday would hold nothing but sunshine. Now, Mr Weather, Sir, there was not a cloud or raindrop on that little picture of Sunday. Nope, not one all week and yet...Bravely I bundled my family into the pusher for a sunlit meander to the local market to buy plants for an afternoon of sundreched garden fun but, no. All the way there I looked to the sky, certain he wouldn't let me down. Certain that at any moment a golden ray would break through that thick grey muck. It didn't. So I consoled myself with a 6 for 5 deal of jam donuts ( or as they're known around here, damn jonuts) and they did go some way to easing the disappointment. Especially the bit where I got to see my one year old daughter devour her first deep fried, luminous red gack filled delight. She had it from ear to ear and top to toe. By the time she was finished she was very pleased with herself and crystallized in sugar. Worth every one of the 62 wipes it took to clean her up.
It's officially September tomorrow to here's hoping all this rain and cold may begin to be interspersed with some days of glorious sunshine and, dare I say it, T shirt weather...afterall, daylight savings starts in but a few short weeks (yipee!)
With all this springy-ness around the corner come a whole lot of markets about which I'm getting rather exited. The first of these is in Daylesford on Saturday and I am still pulling together aload of new goodies. I've got quite a pile of cards sitting idly, waiting to be bagged up and lots of colouring books. This afternoon I made up ten new pencil tins and they look great. Over the next few days I'm hoping to come up with a colouring bundle containing a few lovely bits and pieces including these...
They're just perfect and remind me of being seven and I think they're a bit lolly like. Very cute. I'm also pondering some new ideas for setting up my stall to make it inviting and interesting for people to have a sticky at, so I'd love some suggestions.
In the meantime, if you are itching to see some buntyandsars goodies or can't be in Daylesford on Saturday click over to Madeit (link up the top) or schedule in a Sunday drive to Woodend for the Sugar and Spice market on the 12th of September. What better way to celebrate this lovely weather (always the optimist!).
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