Wordless Wednesday {zorsted}

zorstedZorsted. That is all.


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Tasty Tuesday {an easy light dinner or weekend lunch}

Is there anything better than beautifully roasted vegetables? Straight out of the oven in winter or cooled in a salad in summer. I know there are people who think roasting is hard work. I’m not one of those people.

I often long for mash but don’t like the heavy feeling I get after eating mashed potato {and let’s be real, it’s never as good as my mum’s, which I always enjoy}!

The great thing about roasting vegetables is that you can roast any combination. We had a bunch of carrots which were almost at the end of their days. I gave them a good scrub, sliced them up {leaving the skin on to keep the nutrients in} and threw them in a pan with some chopped grape tomatoes, rosemary, thyme, a little Himalayan rock salt and a drizzle of coconut oil. Pop them in the oven at 140*C for 1-1.5 hours. You can use a higher temp and shorter cooking time if you prefer, but I think they’re sweeter the longer you roast them.

Tasty Tuesday {an easy light dinner or weekend lunch}

While they’re roasting, make a batch of white bean mash. Then pour yourself a glass of wine and contemplate life for a while.

Tasty Tuesday {an easy light dinner or weekend lunch}

Fresh green peas add a little colour and flavour, so layer your white bean mash then peas and lay your carrots and tomatoes across the top.

Tasty Tuesday {an easy light dinner or weekend lunch}

Pretty, tasty, easy and healty.

Bon Appétit!

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Why are Mondays so tricky?

Monday again so soon? I am going to be tired in the morning.

I know this because I am going to sleep exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that even hours of sleep won’t cure. Because I’ll probably dream about packing, or moving, or security, or one of the other million things spinning in my head.

monday go away monday 1  monday dinosaur monday 2 monday gone yet

The good thing is that by the time this post publishes, there will be a good one third of Monday over and done with already for me. It’s the other two thirds I’m a little concerned about …

Why are Mondays so tricky?

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A beautiful life

A little over 14 years {a lifetime!} ago I walked into the RSPCA shelter in Sydney with the boy I was dating. We went to see if there was a poundie we could rescue. As happens every time I go near a pound, I cried almost all the way around. So many gorgeous faces looking out at us, some too scared to look out, others seemingly resigned to their fate. How could we decide on just one?

We were almost all the way around when we saw the sign: puppies. A very new litter {9 or 10 weeks from memory} of them. All in an enclosure, jumbled up together as only puppies do. We stopped by for a minute. The shelter staff brought in some food. They mostly squished in beside each other around the bowl.

Except for one.

One of them climbed up on the backs of his litter mates, put one front paw on the forehead of the puppy to his left, the other to his right, and helped himself to a snack. We looked at each other and laughed. We needed to meet this puppy.

When he was done eating, they brought him out and put him on the grass with us. Puppy tummy totally distended, he looked up as if to say you can pat me anywhere, but just don’t touch my tummy!

Needless to say, he never did get back into that enclosure with his litter mates. Because Jackson {Jacko} had met his best mate, and I’d found the perfect birthday present for the boy.

Are you my Dad?From that moment they went everywhere together. Jacko was a quick study and learned to do exactly as his Dad asked him to do. Most of the time. He was a puppy after all.

I have many happy memories of his antics. Like the time we left him while we went out, safely in the laundry with paper, towels, water, food. Only to come home a few hours later to a puppy frothing at the mouth and laundry detergent from one end of the room to the other. It had been on a very high shelf. Little Jacko had managed to mountain climb his way up the toilet and the washing machine to the high shelf. You try doing the Heimlich maneuver on a 12 week old puppy!

Jacko was the first puppy to steal my adult heart, but he was his Dad’s dog. So when our life paths went separate ways, Jacko went with him. We had a few visits but I think that was just hard on everyone. Anyone who has had a relationship end with a pet involved will understand the heartbreak is almost double. I remember actually asking the vet if he’d forget me {Jacko that is!}.

Jacko gave me a toy version of himself which I put away until I could face it without being sad. When Bella arrived in my life, I gave the lovey Jacko to her. 9 and a half years later, she and Jacko are still inseparable.

Little wonder I often thought of him.

Jacko & Bella - firm friends

Saturday. Doing Saturday things. At the supermarket then heading home to keep packing. I get a message. I look twice at the screen. It’s from Jacko’s Dad. Who I have had no contact with in over a decade. My breath catches. You know when you know what a message is going to say before you read it?

I waited until I got to the car to read it – and was glad for my very short drive home.

Jacko, the sweet little puppy rescued from the pound all those years ago, got his wings today. After what his Dad called a beautiful life. What a lovely thing to be able to say about your best friend, your shadow for 14 plus years.

Run free Puppy of Love … you’ve taken a piece of my heart with you.

Jacko - what a handsome lad

My heart goes out to your Dad and your family Jacko. If only all poundies could have such happy lives filled with so much love.

 {Story shared with his Dad’s blessing.}

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Through her eyes

Since our first gardenia appeared a week ago, Love Bug has been keeping an extra close eye on my frangipani tree.



A couple of mornings this week we’ve left expecting to see the buds on the tree as open flowers, and on Friday it finally happened. Look closely.

frangipani tree look closely

Oh the joy. The rapture. The giggling with delight.


are they there yet? yay I can see them



The cuddle and happiness that we will be able to pick them off the ground soon and have them in every room of our home.

oh mumma, aren't they lovely?

Oh to see things through her eyes.


A little later in the afternoon she was flapping her arms around and speaking really loudly. I asked her to be a little quieter because I wasn’t feeling great. It seems I am not in fact Super Woman and I am not immune to the tummy bugs of small people; the less we say about me yesterday the better.

But mumma, I’m just SO excited to be home with you and Bella and Beary. I love you moon and back infinity and you’re my best best friend.

I know I am mindful of being in the moment and being grateful for small things {like the fact that Shadow Dog and Velcro Dog didn’t leave my side all day yesterday!} but Love Bug’s reminder yesterday afternoon has made me refocus.



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When your clothes are inside up

Love Bug took a little break from resting on the couch recovering from her tummy bug.

To fold up the washing.

No, I’m not joking. She is beyond.

Given that I’d done six loads of washing there was a mountain of washing on the couch. I was working from home so figured I’d attack the mountain once she went to bed.

When your clothes are inside up

If you click on the photo it will take you to a video of her in action.

The final frames? Inside out pyjama top.

Don’t you hate it when your clothes are inside up?

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Vomit vomit wash repeat

Last night had a kind of repetition to it: vomit, vomit, wash, repeat. Poor Love Bug had a bug of the not so loving variety.

Multiple vomits and five loads of washing later {with a sixth ready to go} she seems brighter this morning thankfully.

Me? I’m exhausted but oh so grateful my dying washing machine has seen me through the night!


{Who looks that cute between vomits winking at their mumma?}

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