Bee-lieve it!

On these hot days, I try to get any outside stuff done as early as possible … goat feeding, gardening, that sort of thing. That done, I was just sort of idling and mindlessly perusing  the garden, watching magpies dart in to swipe goat-bread for their babies, and  the baby maggies – who are pretty much as big as their parents now, and only distinguishable by the grey breast and lack of adult girth – with their squawking and begging.

I happened to notice some European bees trundling around inside a pumpkin flower, so I sprinted for the camera, and they obliged by staying put long enough to have their portraits taken.



Then it crossed my mind that it was a pity that, despite numerous attempts over the years, I’d never managed to catch their much smaller and fleeter-of-wing counterparts, the native blue banded bees.

Of course, as soon as that thought raced through my brain, I noticed that said fat little navy blue guys were getting busy around the salvias.

Somehow, I doubt I’ll ever get to check for myself whether they DO in fact have pale blue stripes on their tiny tummies, but I finally got my photo [ and this time it only took about thirty tries ]

… and you might want to click on the photo to see just how fast those wee wings are going!



thunderbolts and lightning …

Not a drop of rain since last … what? … November maybe? and so what happens ?

Well, for a start, in the last couple of weeks, there have been at least four local [small and quickly bought under control ] fires started under suspicious circumstances. Then there was another started by someone who didn’t know enough not to use a ride-on mower on a total fireban day.

Day after day, the thermometer has soared over 30C. Way over 30C.

There have been predicted light showers that didn’t eventuate

So it was a bit of a surprise yesterday when the clouds rolled in, and got darker and darker, and …


this strange wet stuff started hitting the ground.


Now what’s it called? Been so long, I had   trouble identifying it. Starts with an ‘R’ if memory serves.

Oh yeah, that’s it!


it’s such a novelty we just sat on the verandah watching the lightning and listening to the delayed rumbles of thunder.


Bear wasn’t entirely sure about the whole undertaking


and was much happier once David and I decamped indoors.

There wasn’t what you’d call a downpour but the garden said “thankyou”


and now, thanks to four whingeing goatie girls who didn’t want to get wet sprinting for Casa Caprine, and therefore, opted for huddling under the house eaves, I have a house slightly redolent of eau-de-wet-goat-poo and a happy garden.

* of course today was 30C again and I needed to use the A/C, but hey. we got rain yesterday!

In lieu of the post that you WERE going to get before I decided I was too tired

and to annoy cheer up my friends in the parts of the globe that are heading towards Winter, herewith a couple of Spring garden photos:

Banksia Rose with MissC contemplating the odds of her being able to score a Superb Blue Wren snack before indoor incarceration [ odds very slim to none at all ]

Cuban lily – these send up a central spike that gradually opens out with dozens of tiny florets that are always amazing to watch … and they are easy to grow, spread but don’t take over PLUS … purplish blue. So a tick in every box.

anonymous white Iris


a good red rose, possibly Papa Meilland, and English Lavender [ Avonhurst maybe ? ]

Fruhlingsmorgen [ Spring Morning ] Rose and was ever rose so aptly named ?

I’m not a fan of the peaches and apricots into orange side of the colour wheel, but you can’t beat a David Austin Leander rose

and that, as a certain much loved Aussie gardening guru was wont to say, is your bloomin’ lot!

A perfect Sunday … and Quinoa Fritters

After a very strange week weatherwise [ T-shirts one day, winter woollies and a wood fire the next …

close to zero overnight and large swathes of the eastern side of the country actually had SNOW ]

today turned into one of those beautiful, balmy Spring days that make one glad that daylight Saving has started.

Off with the flannel jammies, and the cardi only lasted till mid morning.

David and I had breakfast on the verandah with assorted small animals

and later we rambled around the block [ keeping a watchful eye out for brown-and-wrigglies ]

and indulged in a spot of block clearance-by-goat


About mid afternoon, and despite a healthy breakfast and lunch, I found myself with a major case of the munchies, and casting hungry glances at all the luscious recipes on Pinterest.

Funny how many of them seemed to feature large amounts of chocolate [ hello migraine ], pumpkin, and peanut butter.

anyway, I decided to be good, and we had these cheesy zucchini quinoa patties/pikelets/fritters instead.

Of course my version was a little different to the original because , after all, it IS Sunday afternoon and there are no 24 hour supermarkets in the middle of the bush.

So here’s the original

and these are my modifications.

I have no idea what Fontina cheese is like. My choices were sliced Bega Strong & Bitey vintage tasty, Danish feta and  Perfecto Italiano’s Perfect Pizza [ grated Parmesan, Mozzarella and Cheddar ] I went with the grated pizza mix.

I used fresh garlic chives from the garden in place of the spring onions

and I added about a half a grated zucchini just because.

I’m not big on fried food so I used just the tiniest spray of Canola oil and a non stick pan.

Australian measures are not the same as US ones, but I basically went ahead with cups and spoons as stated and just added a wee bit more flour. I figure these sort of recipes are more of a guideline anyway. My eggs may be a different size. Did I pack down the grated cheese as firmly?  It’s all an experiment, right ?

Oh, and for the record, they were delicious. Served with sweet chilli sauce and a dab of Lite Sour Cream. Moist in the middle and crunchy on the outside. Perfection.



I had this half memory of Holly Hunter, in The Piano, being pensive-and-shawl-wrapped on that wet New Zealand coast [ which couldn’t be much more different that the wilds of rural Victoria in the height of Summer ] but when I did an image search on the Almighty Google, I discovered that she wasn’t wearing a knitted shawl at all

but she should have





my own design, improvised in the spirit of the classic Faroese shawls but from the top down*. I could ramble on about what went into designing something like this, but truthfully the recipe is pretty much Vogue Lace Stitch Dictionary + maths = shawl

Bendigo Woollen Mills Luxury 8ply in Purple Storm

5.5mm KP needles



* apparently Faroese shawls are knitted from the bottom up


a] I didn’t know that


b] I like top down construction, so it wouldn’t have made any difference if I had known.