I spent Monday driving out to Boonah (or being driven out, as it were). Boonah is about an hour south of Brisbane. An easy drive, we left under heavy grey clouds and drove through until the skies were clear blue, studded with long cotton-wool wisps of white. The country is dry at the moment, shades of brown intersected by the highway and copses of deep green trees. Before we left on our way back, we picked up takeaway coffee and cake from the local cafe The Story Tree. I got a slice of lime and coconut cake and by the time we had walked back to the car, it was gone. And it was delicious.
We spent the day in Boonah launching a storytelling program for the region, an exploration of memory, truth and history. Author Kristina Olsson (whose book Boy, Lost is a heartbreaking and incredible read) spoke eloquently about the slippery nature of truth, about the way that when we tell the stories of our childhood, our families, our histories, everything is filtered through our imperfect and inherently subjective memories. That any single event or moment from the past can have multiple truths, depending on who is doing the remembering. Continue reading
rain that defies rain’s downwardness
and spools past the windows, frame by frame –
film after film of Edwardian rain.
Rain as a haunting, rain’s ghost train.
– from ‘Rain’ by Jacob Polley
Friday was all kinds of wet. Sometime early in the predawn morning the skies opened up and the rains just kept on coming. I cancelled plans to meet friends for coffee and book shopping in the morning and instead we stayed at home. It was so overcast outside that the house was dark and cool even in the middle of the day. The rain never stopped, coming down hard and the easing off in turns; when it came down hard on the roof it blocked out all sound, a kind of white noise. Continue reading
Sometimes writing about food feels… trivial. This week Andrew Chan and Myuran Sukumaran, along with six others, were executed by firing squad in Indonesia. Yet another young black man dies in police custody and the Baltimore riots are spreading across the States. Another woman was murdered for no reason other than that she was a woman. A teenager is raped at knife point and the mayor thinks it is okay to suggest that women shouldn’t walk anywhere alone. Thousands upon thousands of Nepalese have died, been injured, lost their families and homes after a devastating earthquake. Continue reading
I’m going to keep it short and sweet today. Light on the words, heavy on the pictures.
It has been a long week – the whole family has been sick at various stages and sleep has been hard to come by. I’ve barely had any time in front of the computer, and even less time without a child in my arms (in fact my son is sitting between my legs this very instance). Continue reading
Last week was a big one for our little family. W turned two on Tuesday – two years old! We celebrated with banana & honey cake, sparklers, and many many cuddles. I’m not entirely sure she understood what was going on, but she had fun, I think. And today T is exactly three months old. It’s hard to believe – seems like he’s been with us forever. The last meal I ate before my contractions kicked in was a banana smoothie and a brownie; the first meal post-birth was peanut butter & honey on toast, and fresh strawberries. This is how families are made!
On another note, how was your weekend? Continue reading
Now that we are a month into autumn, night comes early. By the time we are sitting down to dinner on the front verandah the shadows are long. By the time we finish, it is well and truly dark. So even though it is barely 8pm as I write this, I feel like it is much later. And even though I’m pretty fucken tired right now I’m enjoying being awake – the kids are both sleeping, S is reading in bed, there is a cool night breeze through the house, and I’m eating deliciously gingery pfeffernusse.
We got home this morning from a trip up the coast for the long weekend. We stayed in a cute cabin in the hinterland and spent a few days visiting markets, hanging at the beach, buying books, playing on swings, walking through gardens, and watching movies. It was a most lovely way to spend Easter. We are pretty well too – toasted homemade hot cross buns for breakfast, fresh bread and olives and cheeses and boiled eggs for lunch, takeaway fish ‘n’ chips on the beach for dinner. Continue reading