Ruby wore Calendula

Ruby wore Calendula

Last summer I made rose petal tagliatelle. Rouge coloured dough sweetened by the natural sugars in the petals. For the Swiss Italian Festival I had decided to make rose petal tagliatelle for a singing and dancing event I had organised….

singing story and telling

singing story and telling

I am planting trees and buying trees. Early on Tuesday mornings, once a month Ralf and I leave at 6am for the plant trade fair to purchase wholesale plants for our garden. I have planted rosemary, sage, lemongrass, pig face…

Milk

Milk

Yogurt Cheese White, Cream, Butter. Milk is ready for the starter. Yogurt is simple to make. I can make it at a cost so low that there is now both a cultural and economic incentive to do so. I looked for a recipe…

For Now

For Now

Our move to Daylesford was made in September last year. We nestled into our guest house accommodation and decorated its floors with boxes upon boxes full of our belongings. The shed too was filled with fridge and couch and bedding…

elder young

elder young

You don’t need to be old to share your skills and knowledge, nor old to be ‘elder’ like. In some cultures it takes a lifetimes work to become an elder in others maybe a little less: a body of knowledge…

Sixty nine acres

Sixty nine acres

Once a fortnight the butcher shop at Jonai farm is buzzing with youth. I ask the women I meet there if they ever imagined working in a butcher shop, they all say no. So why now I ask? But I…

Alison with one L

Alison with one L

I moved to Melbourne at 18. It was the very best thing to do. The diversity of people there meant that there was someone for everyone. The subcultures to be found in each suburb ensured that eventually I would find…

The best gift

The best gift

The best gift… rarely comes wrapped and under a tree, but takes the form of wild flowers discovered.  On my way to Isabel’s house for tea.                                …

Bread wait - sourdough

Bread wait – sourdough

Before departing from my city life I made one last loaf of sourdough bread and it was one of the finest I have made. Now three months have passed and I miss my bread. I am trying to stay out…

In love

In love

So what is that feeling? That excitement and anticipation. How is it that such simplicity can bring about in me…such feelings of grandeur and lilt? A quickness in my step and pending exaltation. I mean who could have imagined that…