Reconnecting with nature and community in the inner city.
We went for a walk along the Merri Creek as part of our PDC. It’s amazing that Ceres has its market garden along the bank and hasn’t had every last stalk plucked under the cover of darkness. A few things have vanished, but their policy of if you come and help harvest you can keep half what you pick has encouraged a community to build up there.
We visited the site which will be the subject of our final design exercise, it’s all rather exciting really.
The magical thing about pre-loved treasures is that they have already had a little life of their own before they come to live with you. I found these darlings at Coral Vintage on etsy. I made the gamble that the oxfords would fit because they were firstly adorable and just what I was looking for and secondly because they had once lived with a former 1950’s Miss America which is a highly entertaining thought. Luckily for me they fit perfectly, but they’re just too lovely to wear! Waiting for a special occasion. The lunch tin with the brass pin is the perfect place for my watercolour things to live. The hat…it’s the red feather that killed me dead.
I’m rather impressed with the size of our Tromboncino Zucchini, our washing line has started to tilt rather alarmingly due to its mass. The rogue sunflowers have been reaching upwards, but none is as impressive as the Digger’s Club sunflower which is as thick as my wrist and would brush our kitchen ceiling if given half a chance. My garlic has surfaced and the cayenne peppers have turned a delicious colour. They are so much hotter than supermarket chili that Dylan claims that one with the seeds scraped out has the same strength as ten with seeds. My taste-buds tend to be burnt off by looking at a chili so I think I’ll leave him to experiment with that one.
For the last month guests have been looking at us a scance with all the empty long necks and cider bottles lying around, but finally they have been filled with gloriously golden home brew and our kitchen no longer looks like the aftermath of a uni party.
