tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45710836981699043822024-02-19T18:14:02.949+11:00Two free range chickens & a feral wombatThe Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-354555424122041582009-05-15T18:21:00.001+10:002009-05-15T18:21:56.311+10:00A day for mumma<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMuWjMUKj8Rc_mAtnbpfabsBv2NwwLGEnP8fWhHKZDYAP5roqF-jLLrMNE658PhqXtEAldWn7UNKgAOyT1zuYIq6txrGUeDcxjSHCV7I17ykZ2ZHqiNrPogb7EoRmCs82e-k8IXvDuwRF1/s1600-h/natural%20arch%20037%5B11%5D.jpg"><img title="natural arch 037" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="176" alt="natural arch 037" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVEYBgnuZ2BJTBIZ8kmorfuxXMkX3m2LT59EzFUY6dO7y25k8jk8v5nlSEWcVFO59k_q1C6qqqkrg0jRF5fQyial0KCOottl8aLVoPlnQI5fS6JA29KGfTsi0UP45zf-8orZcuNc73tJc/?imgmax=800" width="176" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjv1IyIINuSvkO4Op-HLndIzQrqUbXJfcbudUdefQa_NVbEfann0j7dM28S8KF_19MpHm5Gh7FA7QW_ojID549M_DaRmro3__URSN40AQFAda7aN-ElyvnhLi01uoWa_5Ue5nQd41f2UdZ/s1600-h/natural%20arch%20028%5B15%5D.jpg"><img title="natural arch 028" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="175" alt="natural arch 028" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTdRzfuAR6BoMcKVpDig3LTRfIgLGx6Z75wR1s_T6G_Tk9sd14VvLSQq_DPbdeKKJXR7Y401PCYeD4-IN3TM-sLix1jiYCuGPRfkvEQtrSQL5F04FMX9U55vRxAS38aa_Zulx-ghhGo3Y/?imgmax=800" width="202" border="0" /></a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuiAw4WrdE-RZ7CBiuUsEWeoe9C0x4dXhwqQM61AVRsp37x7pvWPLDoSxMlTL3Ndd1GKE7s9dwmI50yP-2jpVL825pXXNFRjlORSwn-f3O26KdPoKS_iWDmMyqGdAHIWL9J4k-3TMW0wp/s1600-h/natural%20arch%20011%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="natural arch 011" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="302" alt="natural arch 011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZarxz-TYUPgtO88oiYdEFFIn02Q5N83l62YGSrEejPClwGbPwOFOZ8jh8clzXw5fxog1XjsOT_Xoi1XXDT_2VGth5qorhSCsq2es0zoUiLNyjgy3j5qbh8JorOiPZOx8W5tMFc7z7SOa/?imgmax=800" width="392" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf367L8qdKmNdJ4jImEDb9FVxVeEf0CGpKijVorLHIWc6M6Z2ijRDzkwAcA2XdS7g0q_HoWmEQJvyXJvsPGsM2Xq9f78YXhsOkkQzEnA1E3VNTtYLQgdl-Hl56wC8fPofZoaaLMs2grnRN/s1600-h/natural%20arch%20062%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="natural arch 062" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="206" alt="natural arch 062" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Bz656eihN6kruJlYPEtQosqZSNlMqkWm8eXiibKlMDxyNF1Ar9Exi6HkBZDBAJ91Y52PP-a6fWQVTLe7VUZF_idqiErKmvoLiz7keR8GchyphenhyphenPJO9ZrVaou5Tp3ZPcu8-Di7pPoTG3t-lC/?imgmax=800" width="190" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/Sg0mH3Y2JFI/AAAAAAAAASE/td7H-NXn9K4/s1600-h/natural%20arch%20058%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="natural arch 058" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="201" alt="natural arch 058" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9P-O52vz0FAR_e67L1CIH3W8c-DymZ0TRont2PGsTHqYBy97qU6MDwxemtWm89BAGtKUiGUldPmCkbUl7PUULRN9c8RYytDdbpr93rDrYffsMJuFRt0l0fgnNjrGMeb3FQP4lEL6CiF4/?imgmax=800" width="187" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>A picnic lunch, a cuddle in nature and a drink from a fresh water stream. Mother’s day was magical.</p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-58236534898428811212009-04-17T15:50:00.001+10:002009-04-17T15:50:37.223+10:00Friday Feelings<p>Friday is…….</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPjLvhW0YAmiRhyphenhyphenLBY6up0RvLWanxhHMpLp1r-up1rbaxSuck48Jnc2lUlPD9Asdwhon3uZtRmGA0vuVaLnW3l4ylkxbMRNARKWxSHHhZpFLVNOnVUh43MTnd1Hq5wbro7CqbJNhT7ddQR/s1600-h/Picture%20001%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="Picture 001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="254" alt="Picture 001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KpK6aDBeF1EKyg2wVfFpQMf20z_-xlKe71KwLb69KqxMCNS3M1Z1WaQQN-0wkkA44emqT0NEQ8QJMX6WGRAL1O_6c2Wb5Jlxtmx6R3cLh-ZkByoXwTTJfkQkse9ujFLMzp1wUbAGG8-0/?imgmax=800" width="376" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>….Waiting and watching for a Monarch Butterfly Chrysalis </p> <p>(We have watched 4 caterpillars turn into their Chrysalis in the last week alone…. very very cool)</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixJCuI5aFVCdGCujISy9IEZAHk2y-2sut6n9E5UyqYJstai-tH3sPyr53R7uyUkYZRhIVHIQw7JZ6QtRcp7v1rEu3st5ZINpe067YFNePHFoz8iirdNkW4q5T2Rsc5SHmVX5LLY5gKa__y/s1600-h/Picture%20006%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="Picture 006" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="256" alt="Picture 006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjp2sQSPaoOkLNDsAxTZqAMQth99Ai1G8CXilDWPIC_Iu94cGmQ-9MeOf5LipaR9qOSy6VR69o7UDMXPXDHHAXrG8788By-lJu-D6l_mCCAFLefNlQU4tCQMqVet72qzDxU9zj0TjBikxq/?imgmax=800" width="378" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>….Finally! Finally! Finally! After 5 years, Our spare room is getting a ceiling! and a very trendy suspended ceiling at that :-)</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCEeU49N7bP57l5Pz1_Y0CuEJnkuz0IoXNH8phkjX2M5z1AwqUBCRqbIL4tr_hh27YO27Ond7GNKuQSZfSyQYeu0VT5B68deip7vlx3p6W9VGb7EYzjLDMK4OfqgYRXDfb_Wf6dud0Nrdn/s1600-h/Picture%20012%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="Picture 012" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="256" alt="Picture 012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizRi000QDGm7RBiHuhuZkGGVMey2ruoggwDtCd3nZg7G_AtBZLsghpMSL4KeWlVWMMqqMh7b3WD-3y6dNu2Zl0xhTVbV4fTNE8ycoFxceoA1O7dGoq1E0t2s5FObCG-w5fBHYSDiePyH3z/?imgmax=800" width="378" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>…. The makings of an extension to the veggie plot</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9v-0BuYhAB_mQQfq2ZJxx5IYUdUgcTj3dkcTMLBIo_VugtEY12a87gMMM2oiYx5xS5UxvGwBQ1QWLHheMB_o0OcZ7XdGCMAbs35dyivel4Q65bXVnghPqqFsEpjOGlzopTuNla2n9WHCG/s1600-h/Picture%20021%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="Picture 021" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="261" alt="Picture 021" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShr53Rtq6zoNEuCjzrJ6A0Yj9TgLVWEUNdRfHpb529Xm1_h4VCtPFCFelDCcSH_xd3Y5nWyRAbIgoVaWDPbg23B4KmZSEs-yDM6W011dmYALX8KMSAznwFN8RtLNPBS_7QKY2gLxe9CAA/?imgmax=800" width="385" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…. Pulling one of the four wild and woolly pumpkin vines </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFGlEEho-eXC7vCBvFsiMOCS-w_xcUAshf3dQnzbiTvhEjOLBZQlVjXnTqy0tAF4G9Cmn78CIAChr9arnVGT6yrdKpxsLqdVDzKYPRKvGnZd_2qoKURZJ3Q1dEjYtkWdcGO5VFtsXR_SR/s1600-h/Picture%20017%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="Picture 017" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="261" alt="Picture 017" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SegYrKQK19I/AAAAAAAAARg/tDT7MNGHE8E/Picture%20017_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="385" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…. Ratatouille & Salad for dinner</p> <p><strong><em><font size="4">How's Your Friday Feeling?</font></em></strong></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-9850325645740440452009-04-15T10:38:00.001+10:002009-04-15T10:38:53.246+10:00quiet<p>I have been quiet… almost silent lately. I looked over <a href="http://www.towards-sustainability.com/" target="_blank">here</a> and realised it has been FOUR WEEKS since my last blog post! Four weeks? really? </p> <p>Quiet was something that we needed here. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPpJb0e2tBbOzabwIXHW4lNaLq_-LEelocIJ90bX6IAH9e-rwo_ZrHy3LKl_wMreVR8rnaWd8lAoJkDLfDZEm3Ms_ldqO2clwF9DTfGQA7CKdatpmK7t5wZoELfrRCn-ERrmMTPcZqD61O/s1600-h/077%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="077" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="077" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SeUr7nFpWoI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/HvOacumPMg4/077_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="371" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Reflection and Dreaming. Reading and knitting.</p> <p> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrYzR1ZR-p9eMVKDI8HayKQ4NWKLrs50Rrd7PL8LssVRuz_zmNJmAUdjP3YPXFobtRcH229zEvejozF8l5WZ_QMHkAgKbU0iQbxAnSkX55B-MXlOt_xd34sTXUQvPR2BR3O6iK5sgVWb_t/s1600-h/019%20(2)%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="019 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="232" alt="019 (2)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy8kZk13WhYNpXXCumB5WtJHli2G3LBwIinB4sVTTC_SfhGypWvdc5iykhLZYcMzd-WzG1Tigpa-f6rRmZ1qAu7gy-KOCAHY57QOn9fXGbsT82h6Q3ZYMAq6AocrLc6Ze_wKJ7Vgw8mlDu/?imgmax=800" width="361" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> Cooking and eating. Laughing and Crying. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOyut2hjh9fxAMBKp8G5FAXJ7elf6mUwTt54A_pLSHeOoPfyKedeE_NQpZ8scIg95ttfO8e-UFjkdchxo1QmUVqB3Fo00d1HHaS-c2aZLmKITmOMWeW0NtFBepZRsbn8lxSYlIvSxNaI2/s1600-h/040%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="040" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="248" alt="040" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGrL1H8xF07BDV5eQJVM2fatGW6X2BjyHlyB00yyhSSNc8UmnGlDLXdRtlCENb27dq6tNfQgb_0yio5hhj_gxC8QFOuQ2mtQ9mnThTJjN_sFV2GXxC6WZehZulGlVhNs1VeP9DNlAnlVbt/?imgmax=800" width="367" border="0" /></a></p> <p>Saving butterflies from spider webs</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihUVpObp3CBennah3vWclTOWZP1tN0WfTEbfKgi1Qd0cUEBsiX4uB5Lp7n6fYWqeKb3OPqOo5n4kHUBJHQ6EaHXUsEKfXkUI70LmE3fCmjCIr6NBGuhvjbVuICLkqgui0WOVceaj6cs76o/s1600-h/025%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="286" alt="025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHszB8pS_muxc65ISnyYWiUMWTxnB4JmBugmHo23yieR-q7DJh86lFnT22hWpz2Hfw5E-IMovndFxU2Mn0EowBisgVa5YxbqPmzy5KSDIkK7dMRUinxCBS1RPZNLux_hF__8IUB3WvHsoU/?imgmax=800" width="376" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Playing Groucho Marx  in public places</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmL8zjC0N4gebbxeZ186xoEnfezA1FCBy4bwcAaHfLFxvTDgoyIwZDrT6N_5jdeZKYT91eIsyiAFoc0LN0jOteJN6CaY33lVoY1oP2NoMprMeSgTL2X5iLp-wywD3-_EQvEmOng3SHF_V1/s1600-h/036%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="036" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="258" alt="036" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SeUshtZ5e3I/AAAAAAAAAQw/FEiaxl6fI4g/036_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="379" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUOyut2hjh9fxAMBKp8G5FAXJ7elf6mUwTt54A_pLSHeOoPfyKedeE_NQpZ8scIg95ttfO8e-UFjkdchxo1QmUVqB3Fo00d1HHaS-c2aZLmKITmOMWeW0NtFBepZRsbn8lxSYlIvSxNaI2/s1600-h/040%5B3%5D.jpg"></a></p> <p>Then suddenly, you notice the weeds have grown,</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjU2N41OF6oSoI_m1gav0k_uMZbG8kQN3muv-XbWMo_Qt1wUmtTsQi6bCChLLd1yWU1g-v9KxSS-g6SXbZ0FvjzH7LBEy3aWisxyv5VNkWHsYTGXG_hZ9BBAgrOO0HxbDnkreUii1lJUlI/s1600-h/073%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="073" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="195" alt="073" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SeUsm3QypEI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/MlVoRH4HFsE/073_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and there are ducks in the yard, the sun is shinning for the first time in 26 days!! and you think to yourself, as my daughter keeps reminding me,</p> <p><em><strong>Maybe it really is all about the hokey pokey.</strong></em></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-88947762274564310402009-02-26T11:54:00.001+11:002009-02-26T11:54:54.210+11:00Tender Times<p>The last few weeks have been quite tender to say the least. A health problem has arisen and every day has been tests, ultrasound, mammography, biopsy and of cause …… waiting. Not yet in the clear but feeling more and more positive every day that no matter what the outcome, the sun will rise tomorrow, and a new day of possibility and hope will follow. </p> <p>This tender time has made me stop and take stock. Take stock of where life is going and where true happiness lies. Most prominently in my thoughts though, if I knew I had to say goodbye, what words would I want my three girls to hear. It feels like there should be a much bigger and more profound way to say “I love you” How to tell them that just the thought of them catches and takes my breathe away, that I love them so much that every morning and every night I have pure happiness just knowing them. I feel like I need to hold every moment in my mind, every smile, every tear, every cheeky joke and beg for time to slow down. Yet I long for tomorrow.. tomorrow brings more smiles and tears. </p> <p>Then last night as I cuddled all three in my bed and they laughed and squirmed and fought to be the one that lays next to mumma, the two free range chickens looked at me and said in unison “love you mum’” I knew, and I felt…. </p> <p>“I love you” is enough </p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-20978933121135149082009-02-06T11:29:00.001+11:002009-02-06T11:29:19.456+11:00….and here I sit<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLA9wCtxskWQFCAXhzth2yDdxFecq0TP28wtWWgPpLi76lvuTVwTIWdnRF9Ctmtc6MsPHq6xY5KeeUreVeNI7ifEeqrhKxxQv9JVe9DBlkmU5B4eBm6eXn_fF0VYUh3Pi6CwhnDkNvZYOd/s1600-h/035%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="035" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="214" alt="035" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCLtxFwgclg5elgKjEfQR1qzqBRAg4hAbyb2G5FpnKimHQnPQrzrHAi0vrSfa08Xasq12rNYu1apiM6qTEP263vnffxFbLkZ6rD6BhQl3pA-mMstLRfQZxIAiCde2QlUYPlUbypPOVE1YI/?imgmax=800" width="414" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>While the washing piles up and the windows remain dirty</p> <p>….here I sit.</p> <p>While the telephone rings and appointments are missed,</p> <p>….here I sit</p> <p>While the daddy man cooks dinner and the midnight flame burns,</p> <p>….here I sit.</p> <p>engrossed, with nothing short of an addiction to Bryce Courtney's poetic word. His amazing written word, I travel to Beautiful Bay & Japan and into the lives of his sublime characters with their misfortunes and amazing lives. His books are the only novels I read so approximately once a year for one week, I am lost, beautifully lost in his words, my family with their knowing glances that mumma will eventually finish the book and life will return to normal.  So for a few more days,</p> <p>….here I sit…..</p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-11241455620222546612009-01-28T10:16:00.001+11:002009-01-28T10:16:18.946+11:00Firsts times two<p>TWO free-range chickens</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqoZp6n4S9-Av_Tjwl7EzgrFeT_lZ9EIPTMImOMiWO82WWlzmevj140Ue_iWTmo-nJpJ4ictP2GEiSjuLX5VYt-Ph7njuKscieclUWy7ZGk68mCybelQ1SkM59A6xuyc2qNMagmhpf9dJ/s1600-h/013%20(2)%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="013 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="204" alt="013 (2)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlM3ggwiMkZW99z34JZgQzHg3jRMA4IPeZZY-MsLVhgaeG6ePGjgHypZMM985-gscUYoEHG9RRgQzeWYrUUPmaZrluy6eNwkhdJXLJ6wTkzVcOx5VGlZeQ3LEYEenjGz0jYV1phX8IkanG/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>TWO school girl plaits </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpwOE2O9yJewShlQHZkugpllpCjGA4ch2BG_IL0gg-Kwyi97X8wKdKF4l-_KIzDBpfeJV4MtNRr4Ir2_dXnvOqicX6GTx9iwuDV7Nxiy08SapBP7ACPVKHqj1MKEqDLF6NkRoefvXf2UvI/s1600-h/018%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="018" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhox6m-I_GsJmR7LaGyMREJZ74NpRSH5rCv04Deu2sdFp0y0Nzi2bSAVQWE9ZZo2OzDifh5rI6dggCI-T_Ii2ma2HQ3mShpGGq4e4iJREUU7xPmzjCIx6wxQfJyc3uKmGJExhIl5o6j4-Y-/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>TWO brand new bags</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoVGMHnjnS2KasoHr9Fb00wKSp1oB7A9PKKcWzUNOwQKhAa4vcfuz_NFXfyE9ouJVnypNyx3UvKeU2I22JmXxtkVcRmVy2qgQtVxSRzXkwNoL7S6hX8HVEWOgiQwOV7KDesSmKirBK02dN/s1600-h/025%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-ht_CBQuGuMf9pqpAWZr-N3aSqM4ZgZxrInw4eOMDd8X6vpAHatoutiqqJBQ1SSRshLEpCUCCZ_gbL2u3muTKCf5H-yhF49cz-vmzWPwEkZhpIuQNhBtSpjtlF9v92ta1nd_qJ3kAgO8/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>TWO identical lunchbox’s</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZS_ldcs83zYUHabr9UTYOThEI3pr_vjHgNgFU4IyfB7AWhEtK72KXRXI9Eq-KxWkuaIH-vF97Qrz16RzRig2-tfc1h4gdlbtySQELl9mu1R4XwBoXRmIFkkfJ9DUIB1lHK5VF7LyqlmAg/s1600-h/035%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="035" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="035" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhZe3BSflPeQsKTra0tQfriGZaeJ53TbkTIKADXFlYvKrCQo1eGw_oJyzkFX3idm0Z0iB-v9EOeSD7qBU9zFtYQrOp9ZPXYdn9cMcM3eluM2b9yyN2-smrdfsAgbvizYXmMgV1AKuZJlpR/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>TWO lunchbox love-notes from mumma</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUABzD3Aaw4qXfpygTM50lII-dvpUXfSzhpfVhZaeKjKUP0PlnpyZI35dqyuG9L67zbAOcjGlMzBbk2uUNLb_NYtJ64Z4u8KOQXwkrCN0My89pbP9Q4JFEnu3mi2SnrfFrXcpDkmew3LTd/s1600-h/040%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="040" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="040" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQoPOjwPi5v2RbBPHzl2SE3YM7RqgfVK-J4uJvc35HxQE232BVtDh_VZFGqkrsqUJZYLAbHyuuVgOXzjz1R47AekCMaF8wJPuWDi1v4BFaD9TJXWUexcCJfILJtslC3hf61XpsSsCU4xa/?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>TWO quiet tears running down my cheeks.</p> <p>TOO hard to let go.</p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-46323699725463846712009-01-23T16:17:00.001+11:002009-01-23T16:17:32.603+11:00Friday Feelings<p><font size="4">Friday is….</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR5_y8NTVe3nlbot0_jIHsPvVxgCQfH5a2AfCgcZ7Ak6aTRf5FkQWnycRRuiBCGvNIQHYdvrfVRH_JZU6aT7_SqTXpQ1ucUVHIqfqe7w2jPVj6agg06TlD-Rfi85Lw-dsNWDJns7lvxMS9/s1600-h/002%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="234" alt="002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdoj1_MUhE4O2ih1nzR6FSMRJF3E99NHxaRC-vbr8loR0ecIdTXk2NA0pCvGxPkmCS9d40PopJd3oZUO8ky1S1ymncy_LkmogSj7QxqpglgRM5_HvgefzJXufwJOQbeq0pobVZgk9svGET/?imgmax=800" width="343" border="0" /></a></p> <p>…. Feeling a little twisted</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXlSwjwOxnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/XD8PcGVJapY/s1600-h/017%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="017" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="233" alt="017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4M0Vs8SAzDDhqMKz5fAB1mpR6l9uD5cLUbUaPFXOJKxIkxH_2kVhjrNGWZsW8W3M9xQKawCjM5jy6i-ijzhJ-aTPlpBid5qPjAHxqk7zXx3ynQFqdLdT2ai0oY4KJvXZXTKIXlOmAx9i/?imgmax=800" width="342" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…. Emerging yourself into a world of fantasy.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM6qFPxa1eCeKWgMRSFB_iBcu7jx7LwXkvQwhCsXoAGssgm8tEjCfrhbixnin-yiZirYuWZkax1KM2mEX_Nma1jGNlVmT7GAjCPB_2UTbmNi2Tkx9WU3jRRnBleoVs_H93QUsuDMoFpEoA/s1600-h/011%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="011" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="238" alt="011" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXlS0PS_NII/AAAAAAAAAPA/G6sN7bL0lYM/011_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="349" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…. Playing ‘eye-spy’ something starting with ‘P’</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-kmcf43PC5jD71XTpbvYjMlpQxr6d1lC19O0t5Z5rgWjGBUylVEBTfjcr_rLbL-ba33ETAQRLdR7loQhFCjTJZjifqwIWTlHaKWobl6hyphenhyphen_szdEnxhDIrQ6sQaCz116rNVMgfE8M3sTkz/s1600-h/005%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="242" alt="005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmPKMapxnAo2RLAfDUCKme4ZTqT4vDql_8aBz_q-IlvnrZhx9WlANxxNFHmW1N5S2G_EQNOac8T4twmWj9cESaCky3JRZw0k-_PivCK21UULW5q64F0ZBB81GMVrlyTAVp34Z6tObbMRfR/?imgmax=800" width="351" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…. and something starting with ‘B’</p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6ZfHQSLn7tQiDVBJJMcUaPdB0zGwD_FHQSIV61thzW5aYmEEuqaYmF2l1eVN2NzImA-qT1uCc26Ld_wdvB5Rw-X5fDaV8-TITDPd7JTh4eEBLnvUiU9nno3Kb3nRevtdDu9QjAgzeLvwI/s1600-h/020%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="020" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="020" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgn1bXz4WpkquvlsmXG2UTHM49lmrTGxtkZwI9uGvyNeykhjkD-QWG9kRXAk5y6qySYZSznSSg4qRRhv7vBwBseaRkB1tCOn5tSSjqu6RyH0s9VpeEMhUQw1gx6wRPNWsT0UzASgxWJzWz/?imgmax=800" width="353" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…. A late afternoon kip to escape the heat.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXlS5ndaomI/AAAAAAAAAPU/T7IKf698zrQ/s1600-h/034%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="034" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="192" alt="034" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoIBNVKU01_ydL0a_92gphpS-Wtr273j5UTI-o_kFJuge9UBFNhyHSA0zwJOedV4tQV_DeRxSWtHd6NalmOsrBi90U1Bd5BEU60964hMpBhnFcw096QVR_JVMG1t93HFbfxTZBqB0KaeM7/?imgmax=800" width="361" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…. A few stolen moments of rest</p> <p><font size="4"><strong><em>How’s Your Friday Feeling?</em></strong></font></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-67451678758371051392009-01-22T18:38:00.001+11:002009-01-22T18:38:57.906+11:00Comfortable Families<p>Yesterday, we were given two precious hours with my beautiful niece. She lives in another country with her mum so these moments are rare and very, very special to me.  She is a ball of electric energy and reminds me so very much of my brother with her over-the-top personality and imaginative and very honest mind.</p> <p>The five of us, my dad and my nana met her at the top of the Gold Coast. We spent till 7 that night playing  in the water, laughing at her jokes, watching her mermaid impressions and chasing her across the bay. </p> <p>I was amazed that even though the children haven't seen her for over two years, they played together like close friends. They all felt comfortable in each others company, comfortable in their own skin and comfortable to be there, together. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsk2Rsa1md0-jicp5Qgh-_Yz9ipnbJ5iuvVjNzdxjRuXr40tnlck1oA-7LgKn2yjZLNfu7fQyWUSyMlsIV-qiW8BU95D9nFiWgrAWr-TuJwttysaSsHMOtHNyIHrMv-b8fTqMNmaYtMVc/s1600-h/087%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="087" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="087" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGqdyhe0NK_waFbpW2_IDhUGE3RdyrDfoTt58xqCmUvbGVsfQIQ93pw17I47As2ZWPvzFUExZczp6ZdSA929fwXLldB_Z6AhPT_5dTtlMHTrw_GaPrACjRZ-2qIpqh5yERUnHxSZPWbCUa/?imgmax=800" width="362" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvxXhpdAT6MRoSSjY2k9pmbsCtEucq3bitncg6XQs2_xP_I3wuO-BO2XbNH6jv2uojV8OM11AQlnlYJrRqYktBBTfy2mrKvv_lyvjSwIibcWfhUU9WyRy7XgReMgMuf3VloE65NCMnmkg/s1600-h/095%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="095" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="095" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFED9wcEXV8K19JG3PN7s4rqwzk5bQjlsKEslgzrqupXx2-k1ocV4OEAHfjhrCwfw01cBXyle__DQPsYWmK51X3ZA0TGIMThsi104NNDX5BnkWxLXLkvi2c35VMI_8Jjk54n7iJSY0pMQ/?imgmax=800" width="367" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXgie9dXc6I/AAAAAAAAAOc/dsyQtONpRDU/s1600-h/066%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="066" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="196" alt="066" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXgihqyeG4I/AAAAAAAAAOg/nnentOrGNQw/066_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="371" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3KEKxxg1Pt3TLr9NugAHdKdcAOoAZ8w_bEgMLF-Q3I_sAH2GjqeK1FtNPSH1h7QyPY4cj9IDlAza_Pupu5iS_ZBZNNsxtFfL-SQz0ppdLmyCZzDliYRvOb8IXwiCUUYziqrQh-R576Xe/s1600-h/045%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="045" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="332" alt="045" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRObMVB5kxTAenskI6LfbsN72Et21x6ncvy0CDnxH_VyOug6OBGROTDcNJkuFrSd7H8IVNr2xCKYFfgfu7rO8wwheAMJgV7ir9tB9CAgL1oZVoOBTN2vqBBjdJlW0U2VqC5Q8fhcayDoKw/?imgmax=800" width="373" border="0" /></a></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-9878136456284229982009-01-19T18:01:00.001+11:002009-01-19T18:01:02.398+11:00Blocking<p>I'm not sure how it is with other knitters but I have a real problem with finishing. I cast off on one project put it in my ‘finishing basket’  and cast on a new project that night. With my feral wombat spending a lot of time in her <a href="http://thehousetheboybuilt.blogspot.com/2009/01/wombats-refuge.html" target="_blank">snuggle</a>, knitting had become near impossible with her ripping the needles out every few minutes so blocking, crocheting edges and beading was becoming more and more appealing. So I jumping into the ‘finishing basket’ hand washed in eucalyptus wool wash, blocked then set about finishing all my recent projects.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiCzcEBGxLNmYLY6ssc0tX_7s46RVwskjYFWnvGeSen85kYoYMqEbvP4QRXtqozfe-nCZx-2pOMUwOPgO4w8yvp3bI8-p0Yks_UdyOwnDIOP-EuGuJTLynt4W-Eqt2XbD_lUDAXJKyaJw/s1600-h/001%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="267" alt="001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMdusDiVec4ksgla4mquCpBdTMXFLGd0ZRhQfuKqR3hYyLo_Ji49QlJxPm-lpgcBUynPLz1U67mpkI4M6bw9amykWckwsCLGinMR8QydEEfjLnvoljYwxr43isKa2T5VTB0h_Xz9hY7k3/?imgmax=800" width="392" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGj_qIBALhATqUHZRurm8kM5K9uiVzxrGOymTZFtnwTyjPyDaZqei2C7WfKZDPUWvxigzd_3NsoUGbF_iikWbl0zTEjpkr4QsVnIPfj5z3iROVvlWIL-Le96XqT-VgkSprojUGuLxzCNH/s1600-h/008%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="008" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="135" alt="008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNA-oSfWjSt6M1xTHt8_ZjntCsYCRK9_Ubg2U05J5xsrqxU5_zDN4jJvTLSI11bHIyvFsfket4mQc-VM7L9LX2M1PqccfHbsPSAAZZVzWxsA3Bugy_pc98Mn8IlpQDpY1Qj1K5RqXI1VRA/?imgmax=800" width="190" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUi0c1SnVbNuW-tDCSpM6GhMDsWO94Wcham0RekF2yp81SZk3utWDJ73P-V0FlfECljo6ydB_75CtdnvfwS-Q9z4pyA5Ef1Kjo988Oumv06MNTPMW_UUCDvvD8AR_PANCeWEjqDHx1BBAB/s1600-h/011%5B9%5D.jpg"><img title="011" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="140" alt="011" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUzJCX0V-F56RwZ-tBbBO549bky7q7ybdhXdu11cEkKRSBpL6jt1RtUF3xuqgj_JSxHceyG3Ot4re3s06sM9oLjZCpkOCYNHtO6yZmpYZPg5toi1nHNz0O_pCcnuzKgNHU5SK5uit9SLwk/?imgmax=800" width="197" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>I knitted this baby blanket up about 6 months ago (told you I had a finishing problem) I fell in love with the pattern from stitch n bitch. Its such an easy knit yet almost elegant in its simplicity. I knit it up with Australian organic merino wool on size 6 needles (circs cause its kinda big) and the little bear is organic bamboo from my local yarn store and stuffed with roving. I didn't have a pattern for the bear or the little pocket so just estimated and I think they turned out really nice. A friend of ours has recently had a baby boy so if I can pry the bear off the wombat that instantly fell in love with him, this little blankie and bear should have a nice new home.  </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjf8vM18OFhLfN9eg_Boy5vziNAPikJ2zOj9cnIu6uf163Zw2e9q0HCQIc1lkavcoK8TxRAD1GIgyK74DBVAchzdBycI68NeYxPzMoSCW7e2bVJwX-_YLFY2tun4cOiTkUPWrRk83A0maT/s1600-h/046%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="046" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="311" alt="046" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXQk9gJ6R0I/AAAAAAAAANU/2egMcg98GLA/046_thumb%5B18%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="402" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>The <a href="http://thehousetheboybuilt.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-where-is-my-sole-mate.html" target="_blank">first pair of socks</a>. Oh my, I am so proud of you. Don't you look so rugged and warm casually lying there on that rock. How you make my heart soar with pride and love for you. My wonderful, beautiful, uneven, saggy, ill-fitting first pair of socks. I will forever cherish the both of you.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoc3i-tBLG1kL86pJufyiw4lYgDB-pkZH0iPClBvz16CV1Z7Pb1uUQWXxpwuzWlF01T5UaKe-BX53GeWn-nxqRGK2eAiwKALWb5Rn9pT_F-nLNXJwupQ_e1jYWmeZtxbgYgFRqm1D1nR-s/s1600-h/015%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="015" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="278" alt="015" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXQlAo0QTXI/AAAAAAAAANc/dc6CB4MlfT8/015_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UD7dVo9Ik2FyPwe6tNHMt-DH54APKnL6PQ5nQygvQ3UzedJDbO-MNittPTU30pwRrGpAAWa1vX1nS_yI5rrGwps38ddUa6oLrCk-HHv56UoY3G5_lAX6vD4_C57Z4fWY5EiVRgm-hqaq/s1600-h/017%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="017" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="137" alt="017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI6XHQL09X4GMEv2earPHKs16xB7Q_hxK1okbItc_-XDDLX0DNl92VOcDmpiTuFHDwH35VeqtB9Gh8aq6vu1wMtoZA0S8CNHlTpeTnXQaYWUYdvEBDkPVckxPCrffeN9wrNoO3gCqepX4c/?imgmax=800" width="194" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMvV6ss7qwldH1if35-YzBkjufjdfN_UW6_gl01E3aRopOrbVh0VoNho48vTFs2oJP9swkTqNwSnKTgeKvoPS6gL39oZKrz6TWPdw_-BCoChcBEuipGQIVX8UcQj4DyyoHcY_ERPBVT8g8/s1600-h/020%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="020" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="131" alt="020" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTstt0IXvWpDNUBFuqQoesoV7ADKRdjYc9ZOUFhuMwnmghiDbG1VbS7Ed0db2v32jARGZVazT0kRRg2GNN4RE2E8wPj9JyafJfjbaWGDJw_1HCjDXdmC0frNPvdxc__cx9fN8Sm_22vANU/?imgmax=800" width="192" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>This is a shawl I made for my wonderful mother in law. It was knitted up for her for Christmas but lay unfinished until now. Lucky for me she has a birthday in April otherwise it may have mysteriously ended up in my closet. It is stunning. A simple <em>wrap yarn twice over needle and drop stitches</em> pattern but the different yarns and colours all mix together so beautifully. I put a few little beads on the arms and some black moonlight ribbon through the ends and crocheted around the whole shawl. I will take some more pictures of her wearing it soon.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsc1Qp9Z_u3JnTSiGKIdQNGYKz_glhA4Ch195CH2BMNq6XsUNxnUfUktd_BqYzYJXhVDf-kb6qozrpx1bqpO9hfb1OjmbhXkIJ5IJGxCGK1rnPbawTpW5MD_lz4nbcaXQMtc0w1AXcVB3O/s1600-h/025%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="278" alt="025" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXQlHZEWrZI/AAAAAAAAAN4/IEXVYOaas_w/025_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="408" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNI2YeKEqHEDsAUCU3jWQ6vGqy7LjiI7QTgsiQSkCsO4uuTwTDCygYpoMR7TcKz8n9IPvbN5TpW1PaqKIJamrWfDxy8zgNBr-mor_QzP4c6JcGn34gwRFJIIz6VxOAxEqXAFsml0ciduUZ/s1600-h/030%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="030" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="133" alt="030" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyN-1htsACwPXvGmpoza03NOHLXvrtt8uKzddhA3t6HbpcA_AxtNVGUEkl4nT1ReFVL4_adlulWZgjN4yo7Jwp17qJUr9WgHW9psR-p-CEyws-UqIfiTt1pHAZJXbAyqZfamjC0l5OH5iQ/?imgmax=800" width="189" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg43kDbQXnECYZIZjy4P_PcRjoxiB5ERzdmtj7AN04ULtAnBhuC9tk2XCBV8NOb_6puxcrCLwCBp5I3ETA3u-cT-YWPNN6JxzYfEsV8kf2fIyxquDDkxzi8PEdc-Bkx1fu2n-jrBO2eKo8K/s1600-h/027%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="027" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="130" alt="027" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXQlLWIdhPI/AAAAAAAAAOI/8dQ4GFTTEXo/027_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="190" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p>This little hat (which she stole from the ‘finishing basket’ a while back) was finally washed and dried. I love this pattern and have made a few of them as presents. The yarn was Noro left over from the socks and knitted on size 5 circs. Isn't the little button adorable? I wish I had a little butterfly or lady beetle button to sew on but the brown one is still gorgeous. </p> <p>So, for now, my basket is empty. There are still a few other items that I cant post yet as they are presents for people with birthdays coming up that I know read this blog…. you know who you are… </p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-65293082251272542202009-01-16T20:10:00.001+11:002009-01-16T20:10:47.163+11:00Friday Feelings<p><font size="4">Friday is….</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXBO7EslhnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nAed7-BEny0/s1600-h/0013.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="260" alt="001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTYZE-lIq_7366ScNnepZUCAfSlwNbJu8cuLl36WQ1bTSEbsCxwJFf7f6PTx28JwZw4TZf0CBJM93djkXgQGUtBtGEZbprjAyC6nCSA8EiOV1inSTHfRoMPu7zC53yJT54Nx8X83KbkrO1/?imgmax=800" width="382" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><font size="3">…. A nice big drink after a long hot day</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXBO9p0Q61I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/0H9SJZEbE44/s1600-h/0134.jpg"><img title="013" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="265" alt="013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKV-RU_In0y39GB_GXyDRdfokYFc1RJbnUQjUEHEtg4_-LSeq4Kh0yWflHzk6ZPAJB3c3D1IsLTr1-sWTJwsHPdkqIh2pivesFZjQGDEkhEXkQ256e4F_3Q9V_g9HZcVO6RdcQPFC91IBh/?imgmax=800" width="379" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p><font size="3">….  A little food from free ranging hands</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLGgjXqzVpDZNb3uXA-p-0IDFV6FhrQBa5HkTlxNrJJx6zT_3KKKkzTo8zHG5QG1xwihSg1THRUjnGflmLxHmMLMfdkgWiAOaGor-cyQFULZe4tYqervxuqCYXd3X3GgtT9W6p7JZKj-1Z/s1600-h/0233.jpg"><img title="023" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="260" alt="023" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKEAM45PQdQd3fGY_1IMcJ9Y_tb69-BURr7JVkFRz5zndA7UpkTzplu3wfX6PqcgbnBXk8bOiAfFAZM5_2W3VkWeK08GihTzoF49eyVOWhZd23dXzqul9wNh3mGDkpMVXGkr8zfcZ9aVi0/?imgmax=800" width="382" border="0" /></a>  </p> <p><font size="3">…. My beautiful babe with a reaction to milk</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZXNszSXJk9jE5B-vu9thf0RS_TQWDV3S7dhxzJERxm0bM3RiD-vm50S538V_8LSZWig8A-jC4ueSOf01lefy2L3cY4l2GRauyuRD7BZTd3Swze3LZBYp8yf9eyMHAQcHD8pGR-dTVChvx/s1600-h/0325.jpg"><img title="032" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="267" alt="032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg9u4NsqWjaUPCWtVffQr-q2v6u7vHbA1QQobjdOShq__fzSBupuRcORUGoX3ytbGFawC7ti8XvkG-uFI2Vu3YnimDnOwGw03HBB1QTl3NVBiEhStehx41XyY1SLkIVXwioixQ8d5l9dR4/?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><font size="3">…. Wild tomatoes ripening in the compost heap</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtzuMVoiir55CmTYzKD3kLNSJWw09E7tOIaeASSEZfLmZEvQPQljlGUq4WznXkBdPQe4SeoEXLMR7hOngchIPfTTfnQCE1XDOkaEGUdIcapta8gPjKiTsrIpS3tTFvcdx0qa715GFE9cqk/s1600-h/0533.jpg"><img title="053" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="261" alt="053" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SXBPDxEANXI/AAAAAAAAAMs/JzqS7AAzoLs/053_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="384" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><font size="3">…. Flowers on the hops vine</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib48bteAQfqIJLjB6YSZUEjyJUgRiQ-Tag0ZvFvCSsY466C9MJrnB5uJKUYEVUEkfaJcqNFl_sS6o_EVEXSRNWL0uLeH-ZnYYYJ4wf4Sji9iJ6ZiDv86B3RpSx6QSUH7D5dE7DOV9iB8BF/s1600-h/0383.jpg"><img title="038" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="261" alt="038" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkn59fTPtegumjYsIq9PgtFUwDCBLCF9PTU1lc815OHjkctGzBFEiV1TVsop-ir4gmZyL0lHQhKtxkqBxVAcUN_Csm_OkTVB_MtWQv3qZJVq6vpqthuCf2xFhmRl_1Hiv65S-LOpRvaN9/?imgmax=800" width="383" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p><font size="3">…. Falling in love with a beautiful Malabar vine</font>                    (the spinach has a unique taste eaten raw and we have dedicated an entire garden bed to this vine. I love the colours and the way the vine twists and turns around the wire. I spend so much time every day just being in love with this vine, its nice to find beauty in the food you eat.) </p> <p><font size="4"><strong><em>How's Your Friday Feeling?</em></strong></font></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-29426917732458607212009-01-13T19:31:00.001+11:002009-01-13T19:31:19.624+11:00A wombat’s refuge<p>Last night the five of us spent the night at the hospital. Wombat had fallen over while carrying a porcelain bowl full of ice cream. Her hand has a gash the length of her palm which is held together with glue, (did anyone else know they did that instead of stitches now????) butterfly clips, and bandages.  </p> <p>She is now licking her paws in her wombat refuge, better known as our ellaroo or sling. Her head is placed right next to my heart, her small hands lightly griping my arms and the deep sighs of comfort and love let me know she feels safe in her ‘snuggle’. In this position I can go about my day, with free arms and a clear mind while she laughs, sleeps, and plays. Here she knows she is safe, warm and loved. She spends all of her illness’s right here for the duration. Be it head cold or sore teeth…. or sore paw.</p> <p>Here, in muma’s arms, everything is as it should be.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6aoHxP0V0rJz8bg3wFOQAtfsp4z6O1sXt5-G8pd6AzZ_ZAZE59i2lffp_9KugeGoPnIqChyphenhyphenKADNoNHaSkzcLd3B6Ks5NwEjbOy98kBWloCJ2oJD8lvbROzkjrmyfp73j2-Xed11B4cCQ/s1600-h/004%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="464" alt="004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SWxRRgU3hSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/k8kqcGVNjdM/004_thumb%5B16%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="364" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUiivhyphenhyphenUlr3lXeU5FSgzWVeSBMufNTTG10YY2ET8k3kJmXy7INzutmqkn0Q1TN7DzMIZvS8RqKLwFKRzueEKLzznOcUHlf4cHKOLsO9dWykV3P5Q3QM63zSE8YhpPkiHALN7wB0roh2u81/s1600-h/001%5B13%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="284" alt="001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLzo5JxmGjTFpFOxxkBEYZhMXidZwIXHHlWhr7V1aKx_roRFMisXTXFQ0HWeNy9yHQNA-15VHNFbAG_6699SQyxZ5mREiYPZ75H2GjGdBD1RXZgaExiCZ-C1DZT44LM5Q9WP0k-tl0H0j5/?imgmax=800" width="170" border="0" /></a>   <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhKigAS4W2vZAMNCgUb46CguHm6redVXNvOftS4zZx1HP05UFO6rtzvHNWyGFDNun9QUhdTpXoVSUiL6DU4no0oY68w8mwtpQTjNFP5lIhc1l-GAwPdbxyYavXxc6RMJuZIDkruhh6FPc/s1600-h/008%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="008" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="008" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOoDCtxatnQgZEGrdV6m1NPF-r3iSq3gms8zqONYF0vi_NHukiUkY9_wJ1qUtgPh6tzBDR2I1BUQYxFLyhjg0yGL6uSIBieoU7GxttSVgSLz2fjga5g3hA6WemNpfg9fn1qlDBa4XEH55/?imgmax=800" width="182" border="0" /></a></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-54803891209091999752009-01-09T20:13:00.001+11:002009-01-09T20:13:37.581+11:00Friday Feelings<p><font size="4">Friday is ….</font></p> <p><font color="#333333" size="1"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_iwJAH95dp78u0ckM4KAK8HRpInIm0mye0YJPotIEKn0xu4kqPSeIdtoUdAKwcHH1-nVp3TyUoRwqEL8KRosgAyRnz24MJLj33lTyuER9ns7fPTVACUIHcBbrQYJ7ltF4-xqB1dJuvS8/s1600-h/047%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="047" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="272" alt="047" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6CGEF3DQFoUa8YcDO4BFGn2CpqGa8-FqK_m-yqbhgFoJaqlkdu7_NTojeyw7bF2CfdX_iqr7qOV_ksx-H7cKpalcwnzphJK2D8cqd_xTqNeXrFJF67hVWbkAJWMEYDSpdRDpbqbJZ1_EP/?imgmax=800" width="400" border="0" /></a></font><font size="3"> …. Luscious, fresh & </font><em><font size="3"><font size="2">ohhhh-so-good</font></font> summer breakfast</em></p> <p><font size="3"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SWcVEAFqCBI/AAAAAAAAAK0/PmFmmVRiX3k/s1600-h/061%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="061" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="280" alt="061" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYGU4uvqcQMAlpI1CGPIwT77gwPuyXX3CPpnxo50lFTMNTTRFQZF1s8tlVDnKRGP7TcCWrF8-2211C-HAgYmLZAghBVY6X8xa0P9FwCopQ7CnknQDvcPeLfaSJOx7x652ojKInD1MOVVD_/?imgmax=800" width="412" border="0" /></a> …. </font><font size="3">Summer love</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SWcVGhaEM7I/AAAAAAAAAK8/_r0I6eFqb08/s1600-h/103%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="103" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="286" alt="103" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZLQh0n2gFaYg_DoPOsX8r90MxdAAy0x_Hix0VK_Z69nfcyAW6cxsrmWQNwMn0-FyvPYfcmlTc0soXFqY1jXB6QEdF0GmaZJP0dXGwPzx1i9OZ6ZEPVz5XHyk-8l21G2-ZnOtQGeD7tyts/?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0" /></a> …. <font size="3">Summer fun</font></p> <p><strong><em><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SWcVJjcZZBI/AAAAAAAAALE/r8HMHM3QsOo/s1600-h/004%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="289" alt="004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD5oNzpZcEgwUu5nzw1km8tIUujAMHCNLGK1X_9CpE2hrTU66pNLxzU8sw5y12WpD0GQ9DWw0tuK2sUP0e9vlhkB1JFhYwu1oK2HUSmvxZJcYZxFCunit8QuLyb-dvwsHc9REf9KPWdPws/?imgmax=800" width="424" border="0" /></a> ….</em></strong><font size="3"> Summer storms</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilX1SPXaMFzAi4KUWP1CNnSCWS67rr8NPLC7dsZ-pNE3PPfXBZ-JbwnLGZlvQwKfSReVJ_8DKNK0BlZRJBAGvK_ys2SlFAbAezwsCgOlBYprTAd6LZZjTX55fUMse2LEZWcCBWKW2SpsBt/s1600-h/114%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="114" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="285" alt="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1JPDrP3dvpgGB_vZIES97MpdTGFyN-DZV0XL_yA3kXDxi0PSLdVfPb5_6gaHE5q2gTYGxFInEQmPlpVyI2ZFhTZvVc07u6vrDK0ddt5XW8BEosIN70eh-Nc_0UwnapMI8fV6cOIRHR3D/?imgmax=800" width="419" border="0" /></a><font size="3">…. Summer planting in the garden</font></p> <p>The five of us planted these pink grapes today. The daddy man dug the hole, I put the vine in the ground, first free ranger put the dirt in the hole, the wombat added fertiliser, second free ranger mulched. Five sets of nurturing, gentle hands with loving purpose helped these vines back into the soil, in turn these vines will gently nurture us with lovely fruits to eat. All children should experience this closeness with mother earth. </p> <p>These are the moments that they will cherish.</p> <p><font size="4"><strong><em>How's your Friday Feeling?</em></strong></font></p> <p><font size="1">~I am so sorry to all the new people that tuned in just as I went AWOL. Living in rural Australia suits us just fine but apparently the internet carriers here would rather we didn't. This area is due for a tower network upgrade so currently (if I'm lucky) I can get around 10 minutes a day of uninterrupted broadband. In that time I need to check bank accounts, do payroll, answer emails for work and of cause write my blog. Unfortunately the blog had to be second fiddle…… hopefully the madness will be short-lived.~</font></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-78981893064400143872009-01-01T18:38:00.001+11:002009-01-01T18:38:29.141+11:00Its all about how you look at life<p>Happy New Years!! </p> <p>We ate fine vegetarian fare until our hearts were content with many a bottle of moet & chandon to wash it down with.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SVxy4H2PiZI/AAAAAAAAAKU/WYZnodasBQM/s1600-h/018%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="018" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="253" alt="018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5YzzI6woKWYCjrNmxRYJVWbX2BxyqgAYi6mqFlXyDsxpaQjNgmJJhkd6XM6j7b99UGzBCGX62Uj2j5yH6xw1laB5pMzPLJ4W-pjU08f5fuXazqtVo4mBQV80siZrcWdahoSej30rB7kv/?imgmax=800" width="371" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>We watched a live glam rock band playing covers all night long.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW26v2WXxpKAUDV39cLU76UP5WtP35k04kHfSMwJOtwpe3wQmp4MoG4ZnUxZZ_KiJ5TuhkRWPGtf-MS0h2sssqo5ZvId0mNm6d_7_836q9HRXCjC18zsaVPP4FPMkDijMQC3gRi73UKv9J/s1600-h/022%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="022" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="407" alt="022" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghkJgDSDta9FZSOK8-19NMsbkp6DF2Ssdw5aURDOlVa2QHPH6pIfO-upAERl1yrY7v7dBLxJYhbolDg1JhTcBYLtkXGx5VtLRmkDnla6cQdFmgJKoI3kRBkgS93PMhUbdd8QQNzWd_PvOR/?imgmax=800" width="373" border="0" /></a>  </p> <p>and we danced in the new year with wonderful friends.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPz5P8xDl2-1VFtssh_PIEXxbVeeZr1YGhOtLYvf-wRcWGEzFdMUc5MXaESR4BexhWIg4-070WU7gfoe3VfmIPERYe2CJXDalbW7AqrRYbxiWgeEGqz5Y0KDph3tDgkpBt7EppuSeGqV8f/s1600-h/024%5B10%5D.jpg"><img title="024" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="276" alt="024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5OWZZTPUOfo_dZK9AcyMzFKdNFtThom5_hO_yBsvhPRAAMinMf36LbcvK3zsClB4oLPMO4jnx0arbOoVIq7nybpmbcy_Q4Ba5X0bY-q1kTUuNqn5_kj12gwLL9uc3ho5CTQPazsZ_q-i/?imgmax=800" width="394" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Ok so the ‘fine vegetarian fare’ were lentil pies I made in my kitchen, and there was just the one bottle of Moet. The live band played ‘nursery rhyme’ covers all night and we didn't actually make it into the new year (the wombat managed to stay awake till 10:30 though!!!!) We did spend the night with wonderful new friends though, laughing, telling stories and enjoying our (combined) 8 sweet, happy and playful children who really did rock the house with twinkle twinkle little stars. </p> <p>What a magical night, what a magical life, what a magical year ahead.</p> <p>Life really is how you perceive it.</p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-17631423175395825072008-12-28T15:35:00.001+11:002008-12-28T15:35:43.428+11:00Let the ‘makin’ begin<p>I love the way our girls interact with each other when they are home together. I love the fantasy’s they create in and around our home and the energy that they bring to the house. All three girls are creatively generous and love ‘makin’ things for each other.</p> <p>We spend a lot of our time ‘makin’. Makin cubbies, makin fairy houses, makin friendship bracelets, makin cookies….. you get the idea. </p> <p>Today Chantala and I made dolly’s for her little sister. They are gorgeous. Some wool, little dolls pegs, glue, cut out crowns and shoes and a couple of artificial flowers for skirts. Chantala did all the ‘makin’, I lent a hand with the glue.</p> <p><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SVcCEQhbwpI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8_YpGfPpL9I/s1600-h/114%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="114" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="255" alt="114" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ImUQIsPlyKiZuKvv_y0upP0RYM-fIjzSeaL_IyDd-trl8JomHSoU1iz3cDpuIp7yCB6Ykq8Sg0QUF6P8WrXhZ4MJM3-79y3qpEW6_YMYIYMFDOPH2iHRZw2ulFRo75eBPwYa_s9Pd8ST/?imgmax=800" width="374" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Here we have a ballerina, a mermaid, and of cause, a princess. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4o2P8VfSJFVTgnWxC_BDWr9CkyTSStBRAEOJM_2CMADNMSqGIO_tcegiKf-2odhDOfomKqVgz374CKxXq6Y1xrvWMUQCSWr38siQ0narSVWQBS_TYD9UUONRbJ3jnutfVtxMOTjBRgIiu/s1600-h/110%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="110" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="263" alt="110" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SVcCHR1oV1I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ao45VgSIAoc/110_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="378" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>They are the perfect size for the wombats tree house and she spent most of  today playing in the corner with her new dolly's.</p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-86872357389853330092008-12-26T18:10:00.001+11:002008-12-26T18:10:58.465+11:00I said I wanted babies, not teenagers.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5ESRNj9AOngttJcZpt2kQ4nc9TkkjR4x4X4t1YsQZIsnig84PcYxRiq7BK9TpKGspLoxQwqMX1f4XzLrx_vKeDC0WhlET9a4D-IuP2V9cWbiCjTkgPdZAFHzRO6ZwLxLCX71IIjyxbP0D/s1600-h/maleka%20belinda%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="maleka belinda" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="388" alt="maleka belinda" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkfW5L5MT0BmGOrkNUYGmyHDC6ZrPfQlu8A7zKjx3IryDwVu6njblq4Okl7sZ243lo4WsXVzPON9huOZTCOx8IYOGnXryoai_p56Z0E1doWuETf4caI4WjkUrmXzLWOoZTaWZlHjNoPCdk/?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /></a> <p>Having a birthday so close to Christmas means that you end up with a 5 – 6 day long celebration. You don't a always see everyone on the big day so in dribs and drabs people catch up and more pressies are opened and more cakes are made and then Christmas creeps up and more pressies and more cakes and more people to kiss and cuddle. We do the <em>big birthday day</em> though, just the five of us, together, every year.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxGmh7dn3AHcYdE73y-rOh539IFO7W74rLt8x0rHZot2S6esYN6Bs852hGfSKpZBb_zzmT6e95D5ax8vI0MZ5xzmqI-xsc-7Dz8sCc3LZIfuZrmyGJCNRBR3cjj199_Aw512H9vtnGGFt/s1600-h/Picture%20018%5B2%5D.jpg"><img title="Picture 018" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="252" alt="Picture 018" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtMN6EqA3h6HWRomaqdMuyDnmuoBKmjOQ96hNsurcdjim6tHsb5nJiGAGiJQUef2uUiYzeDxAeykL71cJW3UNhHMaC8GYAOOChwVXIo_hnjKLKdEjbWwXH-5T_p8vrKtExG8XM0Payd-j2/?imgmax=800" width="172" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY9lAjoAqEKAVAVCGRyb3uFi4py0upmRAJA5tMaCdJnohHyRDoCQi2bzHqlzwQB4rZAo5IzPif1lXgECAyay_Sam-xZc5IbhZOEd4cl39oB7Mc2ylvRfNG4tOVwwL6iv50Z1rUdEzBXQDM/s1600-h/DSC_0043%5B9%5D.jpg"><img title="DSC_0043" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="150" alt="DSC_0043" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SVSDYQa42FI/AAAAAAAAAJo/bayZdBrY1Ec/DSC_0043_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="214" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>Last week my free ranging chicken turned twelve. Twelve is such a  magical age. Not a child and not a woman. Starting high school, hormones racing, identity fully emerged, conscious of friendships and relationships with different people and really being ready to sink into exactly who you are. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTQYpT-AAqOOf9nGVbBCVLgSlyIUyeqKYVLJfDVtsm64Ex4eA3zqdUMRI2enCj5Kclls-s8zDsFuEAAiY0M4IEEDzbI9PkliwbMHZ-Nx8jXsTUBtwyMUZMltpuUmGxuLu94UWws643Luv6/s1600-h/IMGP0363%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="IMGP0363" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="235" alt="IMGP0363" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5H3sWxqSkOyE_6er-ghj6qE-qdHjKVWJnharCjRngCPBMqhItQJLV0B1MoQWfry2VyIO7z_ImaCjw1uOHNww-ZL4-GbXTTR8LaAn-ceCGrAJSSVro910YF7P4TTWtlhrzyKthEt8uKoN/?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>She is our first born and I used to spend a lot of time thinking  about the type of person she would become and about our influence on her as parents. I should never have worried. This girl has strength. She is as kind and honest with the people blessed enough to know her. Her carefree and fun-loving spirit is felt when she enters a room. People want to know her, you can see it in their eyes, they want to be around her energy, around her smile and emanating warmth. She is amazing, and her birthday was spent laughing, smiling, running, jumping, bouncing, and in side splitting hysterics, in true honour of who she really is ….. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzxVyA6V5UKSKehvxWwK79cglX_29O8HJrrsBhh46b7nD_IqCV62gZH9hIHxt6XYULbHsisL6r4xCQdIbwScWcqjks8qwXVRoB-65y7O8FQPlaMsXE8OjPtTWeKnY4bOcZdlss7CN7MeOp/s1600-h/Picture%20421%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="Picture 421" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="310" alt="Picture 421" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii5p6CvzuKzWEF5M8JA2UghTUz1ra3UVo-l-yg0GjDtdsDmCPeaMKZ9DjakiLrFFolw947CcxbuY9-jD5JYhOzkBhguvajVeDHTLvj2cjXOoczUR0PGPgpOwjnd3vNIg5omgA3Kt9OcBZL/?imgmax=800" width="406" border="0" /></a></p> <p>                          I truly feel blessed in knowing her.</p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SVSDe6a-d7I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Hw-0UeI_-X0/s1600-h/000_0057%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="000_0057" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="313" alt="000_0057" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXq8iDCe6v4JUMUmV5n5_oE8S31N6_nhiUF8HNYmAwqD2Q2RBheXKzsm676_9aCiSBPx_I3ROSca9qoYhX8HPn4IkNyqLNDxBR-3k3oeRtIJOO5huNU5F7y-R-28867pfu77Ud0Oo-9z9t/?imgmax=800" width="411" border="0" /></a></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-35577504299187370122008-12-18T11:59:00.001+11:002008-12-18T11:59:14.721+11:00Oh where is my sole mate???<p>Being a self taught knitter has had its ups and downs, (knitting tutorials on U Tube is my guru) but if I think back on the reason I actually started to knit, I'm fairly sure the inspiration came from socks. Knitted socks have a feeling about them that no other wintery piece of clothing does. So cosy and soft on your feet, much like a warm spa for your toes. </p> <p>So when I decided to start knitting, I began with some easier projects thinking id get into the swing of socks soon enough. I started with a square, that became an afghan, then I moved onto scarf's, hats, jumpers …. and the rest is history. But those darn socks have always alluded me. I've brought books on knitting socks (yes an entire 135 page book just about socks) I've joined knit a longs and brought the yarn and the required needles (“its not me… its the wrong yarn…”) but still no socks. </p> <p>So when I brought some <a href="http://www.threadsandmore.com.au/index.php/cPath/1209_1300_1323" target="_blank">noro</a> yarn I decided enough was enough.. I cast on 57 stitches with this beautifully soft and gorgeously dyed yarn and didn't look back. </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvDwTFXyaRuFQnticr7qEJfpU3cx1ajjUf2VlW_C3iQ6mPlI-uule8yd8mxJQk30cHWtpaxV579P5N69t8-cEko9qNbWViiGoDh_HdeiYwT3OqoL1LS0T4W7nHabTa9az77odCoqhl-Gdh/s1600-h/010%20(2)%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="010 (2)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="273" alt="010 (2)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR-9KoGmw_CMw7RmtjSlgVToDdCM5VjIWCLjR_5rsaeovI9bWo2Fn9gbThMHOz6FS9Go6j-xbgHPn3WlQ91UUs_NBwhaAxu-cmbn4rS7igFQO4YMwpxTgcsagK73eof3mGM3L88xtFMCY5/?imgmax=800" width="397" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>I KNITTED ONE SOCK</p> <p>Now before you say anything, yes, technically its probably not really a sock, more like a slipper, and technically it probably should have been longer in the foot and tighter around the ankle. But that's all fine by me, I feel like I conquered  some great fear and now I've opened the flood gates or rather the doors of the secret society of sock knitters. So I apologize to all those people that I love in advance cause now instead of beautiful hand knitted shawls and scarves….. YOUR ALL GETTING SOCKS! </p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-38579799360732100912008-12-17T12:31:00.001+11:002008-12-17T12:31:14.637+11:00Christmas Photos<p>Yesterday we attempted <em>The Christmas Photos</em>. These are the best of the lot.</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpkcH1tK_PP8LaaxlfL8a0HQ5FyxqIduvXVHO2SxAnXz8GjsE_yxWBp40P5agJO4VPmeTeT72WmomBmfOaWMf5x93IOuVbiGj9D27A1fYq_LeKhAhW5cc5McMcr2f1sbNpKLxItpbpWbbD/s1600-h/009%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="009" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="259" alt="009" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LuHTmoZH4qbW78omBPd_z-upq9r1dEBHk37ew0LbKOcChLOphVkT980xo3eUdi0OYWHLm9XsfZqejxIQFQHfEqgsGSyGCex226G9K56HMZxKnjKiBdKS_WY4Ha252W6CzeztAcKTkQzy/?imgmax=800" width="381" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3cbBPuYG1BvJPX11TIMrtWYcF6B3SdayC89K6dEnBraaQd0WyUJG1nRYxvUzcKRUf6lksNJT9JTfgOK4fnFsYN_VvCb8_hDlBJOS4kp0RAYDoppB83-GuOw4ALTROk8jV0l9yzlQ9PsV/s1600-h/012%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="012" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="265" alt="012" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzh18Ih5mraNCHYR5yRZm6nOKaJHpT_lWtJBIbOtak2gXgf3jaVh08iDv_3PRuPbeLUuEOlK_duiwlt4DeKAHOqtX_FYPpm2A8ebX0WnGVCqkXegpP6B5DNxLML2zg32NpcTiTSdaoDwQ2/?imgmax=800" width="386" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>and my personal favourite…..</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IsBWE6_H3LyhnPLZenwkFJvNWaPQC_ouqa6P2DgZb9VlEZRkPxC_d2nQrfM-Pmdir_uC_Uah8AH4a5Rx4k15hGiFw-ivYjiqz3fBT-nzd-mhJa460zqydNnKk_3Cj4Cb5jiaJYNxd9yr/s1600-h/015%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="015" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="264" alt="015" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkWnVtkKYrHiZcCKYrpDc-GhtnBK9VDBDMxS7CNKW2kNTZ3bRD8gjTaF3EBAKeVKb2DNh8QJud6bVwklFdCCs7Oif1QjEBq7-Dqv-0uQdozcfYy1apjlhysN92p3PlmxXRDyco9ahh9EPE/?imgmax=800" width="388" border="0" /></a></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-90879061851490611342008-12-17T12:18:00.001+11:002008-12-17T12:18:54.133+11:00Gifts from friends<p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SUhTeXMwiII/AAAAAAAAAIo/P8LjtmCXyi0/s1600-h/0066.jpg"><img title="006" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="208" alt="006" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu7XuZH2SbSbNLU4H0oazw_UlTrDNwvH2sI_48Pd5mZOw7Y1s4PuMyyVpUfQ9CC8wqyP6_uakcTtWUQut8D6VPmBDZCMTZoTByF_yjqs2zR2l7XmtrK7gJFh1rsOHXGVumwXlcx6Iesea4/?imgmax=800" width="401" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>This is a cucumber, (stating the obvious) it was a gift from our wonderful <a href="http://mygreatdaneisinlovewithme.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">friends</a> around the road. Lovingly fed and organically grown in their backyard and hand delivered into my kitchen. This may look like any other cucumber, but I can tell you it is not. This is in fact, the BIGGEST cucumber I have ever seen, store bought or backyard-grown. It is a whopping 72 centimetres in length and 27 centimetres in diameter. This cucumber is so big, <em>it does not fit in my fridge! I</em> had to cut it in half to get it into the vege compartment! </p> <p>We were a little concerned it would be lacking in flavour because of its size, but not so. It was so crisp and flavoursome and full of cucumbery goodness. We had it in salad’s, I made cucumber chains for the girls lunchbox’s, the wombat had cucumber sandwiches, and I had cucumber with salt (I know…. really really bad) and now that the cucumber has been devoured, all we have to remember it by is the seeds drying, waiting to be planted so we can in turn enjoy the fruits of a gigantic cucumber, and maybe share our excessive organic produce with someone who will appreciate it as much as we did. </p> <p>Ps… our hearts go out to you <a href="http://mygreatdaneisinlovewithme.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Braise</a>, we hope your sister is back on her feet soon and barking at the front gate as she should be xx</p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-11873331881305566802008-12-12T18:30:00.001+11:002008-12-12T18:30:15.038+11:00Friday Feelings<p><font size="4">Friday is…..</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSoPXTFBQb0JqLjlzlQ8GZr632e0t2Bs2VxB-0DifDyIvHRGY1-CRyPRVfYPgSdeINLtuPsoc01vcdMZp9xryx2fzhAxzttdNSDVtCS3la1ibBAAf-QchNtjY6e8PFaxi1nZNQFhyhlgM-/s1600-h/005%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="279" alt="005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRaewgBUoEg8di_bYG9CMKCZfYxsKdp_gEVYyK8lFVV_EX6eNQxpivsl5Al8t7iE5LYRVWT3DdqUjjGo49rruVhwAKLGZXqTkDORCP2taHlqoZqN4oi1d7tzxlxQbGauKs2J0nrV3dYopg/?imgmax=800" width="415" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…….Finding a Crayfish in my shed. <em>Seriously, a wild, fresh water crayfish in my shed…. </em></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKxMo1Kjssk22WoOmN1Svp4AatXt_0O6U9PlUvNFDHil6VbCsjMQBp-5lAFvWjQKboZ0fl2bohP15bq9unFGmAIRVqWxpY1Ta_VRTRw6FrZBQXaBDFdJZwrcG8o_BHbRNaNrFxNkynTk4z/s1600-h/013%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="013" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="292" alt="013" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoJqVXW9DnTJP3vRyC4Z8pmAR7L7C8uDyPqjZacgIjU5LIAyWkttbL4veHBo8xpMkzRIO7PYyBHu_oYiTitFLM7eXeki8Mjz0jB_7NGq_ZYPQY8XwtyaS_9N6nsQZIbGo67bfSQfwxiV2R/?imgmax=800" width="429" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>…….peeking at the capsicums</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggtDBoxl8o4-zywbB4Ibch-Pr57oOZkTuHSJaUNVLlvHYpDsJq9rb5fxDCASqE-2Fyafh4LCYd0jv6ZMyilqjZtH-Oi7F5zpsiCzPzlXBMbhdD45PyErtMBEIo551nomYiI2pdgOlyLo9t/s1600-h/024%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="024" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="299" alt="024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIjGRHaambWKyl5JRm2uEFfkkL4MRjuWVSrDJHn98IJ6CCnBix321eD2hqrmQq5lHRN6Y4HTUlZ0WDhwq_vOV8TsskUFuxbnlG899edlqg73i0DW9vf-NYK18IDShny9COE1ZetU2Ihzw5/?imgmax=800" width="439" border="0" /></a> </p> <p></p> <p></p> <p></p> <p>…… cutting off the tip of my thumb cooking dinner (I knew this housework caper would end in someone getting hurt)</p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4o5vPD9P4bEx-sIQ-ty3LLGsoUG5iBzCsfEyFzeb0dguOqcqAJbAElnJv27RYf0ZwlzJBvXHq-SUe2IRBY40b0anl8OjaKZIAPh9MKhiWjV89tV8g9EwvuKTNwZlBazwY0U7alIlLGd8/s1600-h/026%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="026" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="300" alt="026" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SUITBTfpKaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/aZEnd3lL9zw/026_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="441" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>……. having a good cry, because its every woman's right to just wale for a few minutes if she wants to (and its every mothers right to blog it)</p> <p><font size="4"><strong><em>How's your Friday Feeling?</em></strong></font></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-27137403094799310202008-12-05T18:05:00.002+11:002008-12-05T18:11:00.049+11:00Friday Feelings<p> </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Friday is</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">…….rain for the garden</span></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/STjQ_Uq-60I/AAAAAAAAAGk/8oUC6IOceYM/s1600-h/016%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="016" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 401px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="325" alt="016" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiobWZdhg6ErGU98tQaz7z6iOV3d8vtGSOV2hqYttirhhUkqIW9O4rsDUbVSCsUbvRGFPJEJtcqxr_DcPSWEEe9qc4Rj4tiDp_Y-RkT8_eLk9E6FaNjpPVbLTTFnA-VY6MZaeuKJBqROwAK/?imgmax=800" width="484" border="0" /></a> </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">…….rain for the turkey</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLEMmDYo4RjkdY4RUCE3rVJ6xfmC8E1b-qP-mQETgYw1d0Ak1tktvqP9GWSZVMz9QHeV5zFfahPmKR5DovIj2MoQJi-bIE_pI9Knu1x9BsMRypVp6QksIPqO1RMNKLY54RrYQgikEJ-LI0/s1600-h/037%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="037" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; WIDTH: 401px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="328" alt="037" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj065REZRjX5oVED81xTZXF2iWn9Vh1FEABCvmeeXx-9jdLJTpKN-w5Qx6K4N-4nOXmEdWx6BrBwg1wudICZ8YyeMc2TvLiB1rVlRIPqnl_MVjqJkr6cM0ySDMrXbj0J7A5vlR0ZRhtlrWI/?imgmax=800" width="490" border="0" /></a> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">……rain for the soul</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ6qg5eu39ICfrue1E8x9Y4C0mdtENjRTwf0-1l4VY-ZLvkXPEfGy0JFGQvMra3ctNcxWfdTvWMJcyeWgOk3tq_RnpX7R3tjYhgHp51BON4pqVO9SiCxuvfhYW-lRwDHBFA16x2Kk0L38t/s1600-h/031%20(2)%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="031 (2)" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; 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BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="278" alt="028" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglnMuFKDz-tf46VooD_q42UxYo70ksUM55fzSACf2-BoTB-Cnd4Xci7np-cfQskK7a7uQS4FMG4daBDc8aOpkdrcP9QM0XKdI6KlEMCcmes_WfDszNJN44ab6QtJLgQYqjLBXqBvWlYrpG/?imgmax=800" width="405" border="0" /></a> </p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">……..indoor craft</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7GxaoX2KcDTRhD3Dyp00tGSuKBhPQGI0p0RKzteR_CaKAKQsBVTyI-rCwuTD_0ja__ealwF88e92b5ntWZlcDKWMmxWZt2DBM1Lt3w5u08t_8Py-lpauwiElAzKeU-AgWKVeYputC0X48/s1600-h/002%5B14%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="288" alt="002" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxNbdj8DVQBG66GVgOeiiz9U8UBN5JZGkbTZsN2csHg3uEkX99cAAURLME0zBfpkkNhgbrYNCzV29dQaButV6De4ovLHj8kh_y7ypEYGm-R03lHqhBz99O9BmaItB9c4N80T0EMco6qH3/?imgmax=800" width="414" border="0" /></a></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">……a sweet story for your little sister</span></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtk-T8CdB4263-CS7PupOL0Bcv4SsXoF5VIy945AmC07jTyytqq16t8JgVTsqWqoVHme57mP3ZixnfWhUe7ONNJWcrOutl8-_hSBzGVfKn7nrzOzRRFbPZXAyu8G0wXmABkKTiEtHhhyphenhyphenH7/s1600-h/025%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="278" alt="025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ3hrsUKFLvmNoeA2z_n6o48KuVhoas8kFVUbt6eZGmFc3KKPv6US3GuLxc6vbZWGMEH0CvVeOX9iNMv3x76Qr22SWp97GvI9E7QXpIqQsEmhjhySWq7-xhUFXw5zt2Exo9kXQeZJuNBg7/?imgmax=800" width="409" border="0" /></a><em> The car went down the hill</em></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeMxBNechSbgGhlk8nLLdAVZ0ErflIZSmz4ltiduwdpa7ret0KPOxW5EbFqPJK4epXBIPoIo4iP-G5WqThf9hV31Lf9xxTcmQZn4QdaYyV7T1Lp0_2quHm-shS66hxh-nBLuS_oAPvBMOQ/s1600-h/026%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="026" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="284" alt="026" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvF7sav4HriKSRDf19ocr5pOZS5QJ3N7s4qV3ALmwq2nUTNoMxH_tuZie_8VyiF-StMGbBaQjYvzvSnpJAkQUZEfoQN7lTI_W6b_A7Pt06hBV9Wklul2H8x01RwnV0oDzxkND6WYZ6EyGn/?imgmax=800" width="417" border="0" /></a> <em>He forgot his monkey</em></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV2Z8UQbDCuZ_hJdPJW7GrHbRRCTzZ5oSKy8vg9kNZnzwTWWt3YU37uUMOKbszS8Mz9dByfCQDaXMyTRSHyezBLkMFcWUkLlOGjts-H_sPiM5fRAJALla20BEZcOaluO79p67x4kNSsbCx/s1600-h/023%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="023" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="296" alt="023" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/STjStY4w-wI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Mu8_ypGd8DI/023_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="424" border="0" /></a><em> The finish of the book</em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">How's your Friday Feeling?</span></strong></em></p>The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-78869940122471423792008-12-03T12:15:00.003+11:002008-12-03T12:18:48.228+11:00An Eggless Life<p>Being vegetarian and being small is hard sometimes. All you ever want to do when your small is blend in. You don't want to be different from anyone else or have to explain why you are who you are.</p><p>So when the birthday party invitations started coming in for free range chick no 1. and the realization came that she would miss out on the birthday cake as it was bound to have eggs in it, I decided to start asking the mothers if they minded me making some cupcakes. The triple chocolate cupcakes were always received well by eager little hands and mouths but often there were a couple left over. </p><p>I started paying attention to the food that was being served at the parties and I noticed most of the time there was a double up on cupcakes.(the ones Id made and then another batch from the host mother.) </p><p>I needed an eggless alternative to a cake that wasn't a cake or a cupcake. So the ‘lamington chunks for a birthday party’ tradition was born. </p><p>Lamingtons are another of our families firm favourites, and <em>my personal, absolute, no questions asked, always on the table for my birthday,</em> favourite! I found that small people love them as they are not something that is normally at a birthday party and the parents devour them as they are curious as to what a eggless sponge tastes like. </p><p>This is my mother in law’s – lets call her Nana - recipe for eggless lamingtons. She is by far the best vegan/eggless baker I know. The variety of cakes and biscuits she makes is amazing and her cakes are always beautifully soft, moist and risen (which is actually an art all to its own, to get an eggless cake to rise.) </p><p>I have slowly attempted her highly admired recipes in my own kitchen and had many failures but recently more and more successes. Following her recipes to the exact detail and failing only led me to realize the one ingredient that she adds that she forgot to tell me I was forgetting. </p><p>LOVE. </p><p>To succeed in veg*n baking and veg*n cooking you have to love what you are creating. Your food is made from scratch, no one has added preservatives flavours or additives to your food, you create the flavours and textures yourself. A love of natural food and love for those you are feeding is the most important ingredients in your baking. The rest is practice, advice from a wonderful woman that will share her tried and true recipes (thanks as always Nana) and of cause the people you love, to praise your efforts, even your massive failures, and wash the dishes when your done.</p><p></p><h3><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPoQYNha7Dqeh6WKd8bZkjXAFfmkjCzPH46848k7rd1sks7qxfkGXXkepqAR4dJ8N2sK0BARla5zB3k_e7XkOrg6Xis5OdTk2Jc11KkClmz4ln7wNl4f5TkuMS9F3wrYXzVyetO85Re19l/s1600-h/024%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="024" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="318" alt="024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiukkFKEzb6PSrG8tMjyrUOSY9TURIWhipFOyqJp6zaDSTjK1hPTqlK204lbkleQCUBN488RPUWOfmKqbBYd6IPJIMo9YUc8Ujt25a29_L46e08OtWulORluJlAiTvhfXRWEYq8i5AQXdf/?imgmax=800" width="473" border="0" /></a> </h3><h3 align="center">Eggless Sponge</h3><p align="center">· <i>200mls of canola oil (or sunflower / vegetable oil)</i></p><p align="center">· <i>1 tsp vanilla essence</i></p><p align="center">· <i>1.5 cups white sugar (I used Xylotol which is a found naturally in corn)</i></p><p align="center">· <i>1.5 cups natural set Greek style yogurt</i></p><p align="center">· <i>5 cups of White Self Raising Flour (SR spelt will work here too)</i></p><p align="center">· <i>1.5 cups milk (or soy milk or rice milk)</i></p><p>Sift flour 3 times into a separate bowl (this makes the cake really fluffy)</p><p>Beat oil, vanilla, sugar & yogurt until really creamy</p><p>Add flour & milk and continue beating for around 3 mins</p><p>Put into a lamington tray</p><p>Bake at 150 in a fan forced oven for around 25 mins (my oven is a commercial sized fan forced oven so I cooked this cake for about 35 mins on 160, just keep checking with a skewer)</p><h3 align="center">Lamingtons</h3><p align="center">· <i>Icing Sugar</i></p><p align="center">· <i>Cocoa </i></p><p align="center">· <i>Butter </i></p><p align="center">· <i>Hot water</i></p><p align="center">· <i>Desiccated or shredded Coconut (the girls prefer desiccated)</i></p><p>Mix the icing ingredients to a chocolaty strength your family likes, my girls prefer a lighter colour to the traditional dark chocolate lamingtons in the bakery)</p><p>Cut the sponge into chunks of cake and ice </p><p>Put coconut on a flattish plate.</p><p>Roll chunks in the coconut. </p><p>The icing and the rolling is really messy business, my girl’s luuuuurrrvvvee this part and I happily hand this job over to them. Don’t put all your coconut on the plate at once as it does get goopy.</p>The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-10413917639823687302008-11-28T17:30:00.001+11:002008-11-28T17:30:08.793+11:00Friday Feelings<p><font size="5">Friday is</font></p> <p><font size="4">…….Quacking at the ducks</font> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQ12XqHkRt3yzD7iZ3uFxz4yN73OE7zD2VTiL0Ptmsq3CxAKOqRvDmP-oGwX-S-YqhD2LudK-JmOoXQ0NgUVlmMkR8-5tF67mxuAMQZ5U2kus870WwGhLZn_7AnUpKzVU2tFDK7IGiObD/s1600-h/010%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="010" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="310" alt="010" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXaL9f1caIybE9j6DDvbrpyRl-8K-ircXb9Dqp45_Xn-RYZL5xK4B8Zzhi666nl7b2mXMlRGdRwgl45N5ZK63ZVNL3mk056rgTYYq2LnnglCtkJkPcTy6T5bNtWRvSi1OFaZxoOI_1QXj/?imgmax=800" width="461" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCH_aEXzdNGccMnaSIPJ-5PX-pS-RNn69rLB8HQEIfhgje-9-7P9g4U-rWclQpxYKRPYGDLj9vWP_nKWkWq1I2rfPMOVmQE7luye951_CGzlS9x0hsuMqERlKCzRm-dVjCg6Gx-NOCHgHo/s1600-h/001%5B7%5D.jpg"><img title="001" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="313" alt="001" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRbqp-29EuM0lhQKGFOKbVuzg1okkg3KbMEmi7qugHP2Hs62BEOj93eA2yaeS7BlK5n9d5YSvFm7SWCDbgSpCxIObGh3U3j_Cj0UhtYC5QZT8UbFVkQQbG4oOble00TGyisyJ-V_0lUmp/?imgmax=800" width="466" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><font size="4">………Travelling by bus</font></p> <p><font size="3">for the very first time from school (yes I was really concerned whether they were old enough and could manage to get on the right bus and off at the right place and if the driver would be nice, and drive slowly around the bends, and if the big one would sit with the medium one or if the medium one would have other friends to sit with and leave the big one to sit alone and ……) and they managed.</font> <br /> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeE5TO29AeuLkibauiOdBzVCV-A31qvLT1X5z0yDXgnge0aPr1Ri8Soye8-bRY0mDw0NHvAWgxIZxF8We8JYJNMm8uxFMG1fU_-C01z_ylNnPaS1oje11Y1gizl347w8lAF1nRSEBgYSM/s1600-h/015%20(4)%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="015 (4)" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="359" alt="015 (4)" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-kkAcDbJ-yM_3gnGdO-JiuDJ-64Wnx7dVJor5t2ZIhQS_ywgY9rq0Pr6hFOjdP_kMl9y0z-I-BjCEl3YQLrhvaz-sUof5TXYTXWiExUE0G9yDtNmGGEu3AgkW45bWg6jnxGi_0vBHcUK/?imgmax=800" width="469" border="0" /></a> <font size="4"></font></p> <p><font size="4">……… Just Hanging</font></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVmUOCeNDZxQMiJgZYRy2SxtakeuFvr-uy5CEVD45-Bv8CQ7ZCROkbM7Il-lFWDc6kwd9SpGMo9KPmWP9_zMtjkVeTXGh92K7KO5vfdZbxJOemXOh2tzIUNr7gSaV8X8Cu65sRCEUOevYv/s1600-h/025%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="025" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="025" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmUgmEY8G5QHSfLAizfZpgVdauWSJ6b7kHpZFStxMS5Iw_u0a_m7it4MMTYsazPGs0jnJDARAK1NM4BVow6iAdEtMSJyiZmxEbzFlvIDt3xEKQpLtGQtXXQcNvdYUXBpjNbpg3HhBNTfpr/?imgmax=800" width="476" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSmLsYYdiheWlhAL-rL7Xk08LdGeq0p2NocrZs3ruaHTFurPzTGhFa2E1OfdQt0boyo0VE2hWMnhVHsEOyS-qXH7tQD7ocfa9YePOiSary0KBE7EMvXdLa3_E0ritPpUaW50acQYRrb9yu/s1600-h/013a%5B5%5D.jpg"><img title="013a" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="326" alt="013a" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SS-OT6Kp0wI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vz7v0wCcTEw/013a_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="481" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8iJQMxVsy8_RROuQhE32kB09gy4897yo-IjiMk7r9NbO38Xx6zsZZlMdtIHm673W2ls4cyrto1qjULZaMh603_SziKCGNpAySTq2hJ8SuPSz7MYEjm-f0Oj_0wf5ZNJl1KbRmL5K0nGPA/s1600-h/027%5B6%5D.jpg"><img title="027" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="335" alt="027" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlXb95RhemskEu6S2ROPvu5TFTkDVxMYTX-MDnBEt6vZJbD7qbzaBha0hAY0YCfr6sVvadwh58dHIyHswOAp9hUV6q7hOhCEfe9K3iaQvZ1ZI7dTnQu50n5owXXws96EZJZ3PGwX99war0/?imgmax=800" width="491" border="0" /></a> </p> <p> <font size="3">with the constant adoration of a younger doe (doe is the name the wombat gave her sisters, they are both doe’s, we don't know where it comes from, or why she says it, but its really endearing.)</font></p> <p></p> <p><font size="4">………a little craftynoon</font></p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SS-P65jc9II/AAAAAAAAAGU/tGMGxJQp8a4/s1600-h/017%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="017" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="334" alt="017" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3fJFFqvmGEuiGHjHirmv20zuW8SR13sOLTMCR5xMGOYv9DyWpbo352WZ6h7HFpva79xa_RTdXVbCdVCao4S6fyWyRDfpHov5YPxdJjV8D6FjbgglBfZQ-mXY6D0ZPwbYLdqfQieXeK1BA/?imgmax=800" width="491" border="0" /></a> </p> <p><font size="4"><font size="3">Our new addition Plurbit from the ever wonderful ‘softies’ book was created this afternoon with a few changes and a wonderful new pair of pinking scissors that I've been asking for, Thanks Nan.</font></font></p> <p> </p> <p><font size="3"><strong><em>How's your Friday Feeling?</em></strong></font></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-9283127400626836732008-11-28T10:06:00.001+11:002008-11-28T10:06:22.079+11:00Swelsh speak<p><strong>Keali :</strong> wazzzat mumma? <em>(What is that you are making mum?)</em></p> <p><strong>Me :</strong> Its a skirt for you Keali!</p> <p><strong>Keali :</strong> Is Sooooo Pretty Mumma! Is more? (<em>its so pretty mum, did you make me any more?)</em></p> <p><strong>Me :</strong> No but I will if you like.</p> <p><strong>Keali : </strong>Meme is soooooo pretty on girt mumma, wazzat for more mumma? Meme loves yoooooo mumma <em>(I look so pretty in this skirt mum, please make lots more, I love you mum)</em></p> <p><em>Oh</em> <em>be still my beating heart, the wombat likes her new skirt!         Please never let me forget moments like these.</em><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFHSmD6dDavhn_KAX8IoXDtGOXrO9dlhF-eGP8L6_whX3Ajm0nC3WkhMWKiWXFnimP5jWT8kkpeN6lCh9_erD_Mtwu0SctkVCMGxrRO4GpQlxKwBugNyGbuKgkUnK2tmPdqn62qT8xBSY/s1600-h/008a%5B9%5D.jpg"><img title="008a" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="352" alt="008a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguo1lJx124BoUIX2Vr2wXWpDACzD0-dxQDKfWCCQmeLJ1189A4hhVNb0YqnWBqfFq1Ygr-JS0IenEcfwL91Pi0f7ljGj-WDEZ4iux4cxq9ay6lQmi13bgJDcfj32mAN7QYbGu8_fDZ4lvk/?imgmax=800" width="562" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>This really is an easy pattern, and the skirt is just so sweet.  <a title="http://www.oliverands.com/blog/" href="http://www.oliverands.com/blog/">http://www.oliverands.com/blog/</a></p> <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBu87wiXIicHB8as1l4098sK05KGX9kjhh6u3c-15GMDO7UUDjRU5l2ys-hF0Qjj7QRBzJW_kDRi4wcm-eYaW6WEouDpjd519yUP8sAjEx3r9_Q0mjejqsgUkwsj4pTVPT4b2Mnm4ypj_u/s1600-h/020a%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="020a" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="428" alt="020a" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKv9WXrcqw5GWNyzfcMDkMbGAgTE9OKxg-xfCj8dPiaGXI9NMGpWuWlJGrxEdB65TsffoXKCJvwB8t0IEw2hrHW48aO19yqNDjIPC_AWjebHqMhRbfeAvekp9BC8j011mRzVrfXhsaMgEq/?imgmax=800" width="573" border="0" /></a></p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-15849817055547685982008-11-27T19:10:00.001+11:002008-11-27T19:10:07.176+11:00Free Range Chicken<p>Today was one of those magical days. </p> <p><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SS5VxO2cuAI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GQGKlcbuo30/s1600-h/007%5B10%5D.jpg"><img title="007" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="430" alt="007" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyFn1DDX6IeYJD0vM4uYqozu4Nr3wfL2k3s7dluzVEoN0piNKAQii9NFzVHA4td8pfaDz6E3eqOpbQyV87dx_tmlH-PM60k1TemLtUTnK2Mvoa1kV4BFJj84uBl5EchyphenhyphenBtpfN7qku6myEs/?imgmax=800" width="644" border="0" /></a> </p> <p>One of those days when you notice something in your child change, something so small that only a mama would notice. One of those days when you realize your little one took a step, a HUGE step but the change was so subtle.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQPewQycbFmNsDwHHKuwgLP176jZVLEWoRuWXyUs7Yf2q9VNhFF8qNZfDR8CoIoqNOPqaQBGp4O2Y0sLRKMFsQY_I2cCHCHJDV6wg-TXu3bUOLrolfteNGx-ApxqPYJlAFpaqJgi4vfzre/s1600-h/002%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="002" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="430" alt="002" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SS5V1kx6AZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/nKCexNtUsyE/002_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="644" border="0" /></a> Today Chantala read her book with out pointing at the words. When she points to the words she reads each         word        with       a      pause      after. Today while she read she didn't point, and the words flowed together. She actually read a story. I didn't prompt the change, nor did<strong><em> she</em></strong> notice anything different after the story had finished, although <em><strong>I did</strong></em>. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguLieq44zTMJyA4ikTB1zWgB1jifM0lDYhQ03Vf48XFNzuuYNdFfdbgYswIJRYurYWL3c8_4aDmK0oNd5fcw0smJwdk_5G8_LbsjexACxiX_7TxBrWwuRYv2NBls24OVk8UNUcmsKP9_i1/s1600-h/003%5B3%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="430" alt="003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjF0_oFzl7bysbC_6pUEqPOiHOMisN_sB0_7aiMSmSXLDNhjDfP5D00ZM_2w78dW4B0ACI7MfTLhmFzQKzJXjm8PuXSPY2ym8h41jxYv8yapYrB7FKEFHt-6YEKfjejajIa6a1joitHCCi/?imgmax=800" width="644" border="0" /></a> She is growing, and learning, this wonderful, strong minded, free-spirited girl just changed slightly before my eyes. And I noticed.</p> The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4571083698169904382.post-85940359632581777022008-11-21T19:34:00.003+11:002008-11-21T19:40:57.280+11:00Mother Nature<p>Last night at around 5pm, Mother Nature impressed us here in the Tweed Valley with a beautiful lightning storm. It finally feels like spring here when you watch the huge storm fronts roll in over the valley. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYONB2mdeiWgjD7ZnK0jsD3qaHpoAYctNtoRV1HqbGTfuD-2X4sHH_LRVNTacTIxubZ_7gct2OhChMf0Q_Pd4hAAIA4KfoorQryMGki984io3IUTWSPr4OW7IirBK0JWojiyid6vwYu24g/s1600-h/003%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="003" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="348" alt="003" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQUKYIm8QlrAreV2fHS83gKP_HcEE4s84BlDtoMiIKu-Hm9xRb0Z5cQMP6Nw1-i5mhYUxump0P6n7f-JHmt9vua5ibZ9CFmenKE-JxrBAn1CVkE_xcZbDDhgzROdWS0eC2vpx2Nnn3XC30/?imgmax=800" width="517" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">The deep green sky behind the grim, grey cloud cover. </p><p align="left"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SSZyd9Dl81I/AAAAAAAAAEk/rsU0Q-renbs/s1600-h/004%5B17%5D.jpg"><img title="004" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="350" alt="004" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFqvf3Zxc4ycmj-E-XcarXR_TzAfMDEZ5H301NLrjmJQGHB6cAcnqZISxIlIK1DReVnLxq6YeUdmkbb3qgeP7es4Gkrpp9M4g_NrRW4uzq6Jw-fizIpVX5aZOkSR_LU22S0q6_dLw4MJ8/?imgmax=800" width="521" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">As we quickly battened down the hatches and brought in the seedlings and various children's play equipment, the winds picked up and the rain began to fall. </p><p align="left"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SSZyfXZ91AI/AAAAAAAAAEs/lHitTj1wjd4/s1600-h/005%5B4%5D.jpg"><img title="005" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="355" alt="005" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjGSWg1IqhHqUT2OqapQK2_N_S0FrjPl9AN4DzBzPO_Eb6XYTOasN7Wbaecp3pIKtHx3kiXR1R-LMD4yWANMGCKQ_7VXQGMVgDXb3FIdaafCZsTlF4cKXeqLpnwkjBYk7lMUsRLcWxLw2/?imgmax=800" width="528" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left">With my camera safely tucked away from the wet, I missed capturing the girls outside with their faces up to the sky, mouths wide open catching large drops of rain. I did the same thing with my brothers when I was little and I hope they can watch their children do the same. </p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wXquebPk0rQ7MgliTJv-sLimpWUCHQ1UYVjHev7Qtv6iQS8K5eA86sLTCjReNxcyyctcA6TDp_M2Jk0hEW_12wrXM_s0B91axZ20b1j9lKrTBebSfozXJb40ENl1zYI1baD4zzQovD3q/s1600-h/006%5B8%5D.jpg"><img title="006" style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; DISPLAY: inline; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" height="371" alt="006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_T-Uacr5YrYI/SSZyhyopOCI/AAAAAAAAAE4/iOGGnqF6tzU/006_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="548" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#808000;"><strong><em>Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, Its about dancing in the rain </em></strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#808000;"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Tiffany Wilson </span></em></strong></span></p>The Swelsh'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15101203335119360881noreply@blogger.com1