From the minute the cold autumn chills remind us that winter is on its way, gardeners are plotting and planning for the following year. The reality is a tad more complex. In winter we think of high summer, in spring our heads are in autumn, in summer I wonder what I will plant for colour and food in wintertime, and finally in autumn we are planting bulbs for spring. It’s a constant evolution for our gardens.
In many places throughout the world, autumn can feel like a clear ending. Visiting Europe during autumn in the past, it seems so clearly defined that when the season is over, there’s nothing to really look forward to for awhile. Local gardeners tell me ‘that’s it, I’ll be covering up the beds and hunkering down for the winter”. And why not! Leaves fall and crunch underfoot, evenings turn crispy cold, harvests wrap up and days get dramatically shorter. Not that much in a vegetable patch can surv
Any type of travel or holiday costs us in time and money. Some experiences can take you a lot further than others. As a self described ‘travel junkie’ who has travelled abroad many times, I’m the first to confess that my itchy feet takes me off to many places, yet slowing down to travel has been one of my favourite ways to enjoy time away with the family in recent years.
I have looked at cold process soap many times, but knowing that there is a learning curve, it has taken me quite a while to even think about making soap this way. Also there is a chemical reaction that takes place when making these soaps, so you have to be on top of safety concerns and wear safety equipment.
As well as freshening your breath and providing health benefits, there are the environmental benefits of less transport, no use of pesticides, and less packaging associated with growing your own cup of tea.
They work hard most days to provide us with eggs (everyone needs an RDO) but it's hard not to lose patience over the winter months. I hold up a big blue tinged egg that Zelda lays, she's easily our best layer, and gather the girls around. I show them the big egg, point at it and tell them...
There's something very inspiring, especially for a writer, about the gentle clatter of cups and saucers, whirring of the old timber ceiling fans, smell of freshly baked scones and murmur of conversation, along with calm feeling and sense of knowing that this is always how this has been done at the Windsor Hotel in Spring Street Melbourne.
We came across this unique and curious building when we were in Renmark, South Australia recently. The town of Renmark is full of buildings in this era, and some of them are heritage listed and have been lovingly restored, like the magnificent and pristine Renmark Hotel.