Anniversaries and Instagram

September always makes me reminisce - especially this year.

I arrived in Australia in September 1992 - twenty years ago.

Typing that sentence, it seems incredible to me that it has been two decades.

I still remember the days leading up to leaving Scotland, packing up my flat and alternating

between excitement about the adventure ahead, and tears and anxiety about 

leaving friends and family behind. My parting words to my darling Mum in Glasgow

were "don't worry, I'm only going for a year". And yet here I am, 20 years later.

That guilt still stays with me, and I wonder if it's just me, or if anyone who has

 made a new life for themselves in a different country, leaving behind loved ones, 

 ever feels completely at home in their "new"home . 

Even when the new home has been home for 20 years.

It was however a great time of year to arrive: not too humid, gorgeous sunny days

 and a city coming alive in spring. For the first month in Brisbane I lived in accommodation 

at the hospital where I was employed in South Brisbane. This was close to everything, 

especially South Bank, which seemed idyllic to me at the time. It's Jacaranda season

soon and I remember that year seeing them for the first time and falling in love

with their beautiful colour, and the carpet of violet petals they would leave 

on the ground.

On another note, it's the one year anniversary of me starting this blog.

I don't post as frequently as I'd like, and I've mentioned before that I have been

enjoying Instagram which is like a condensed but more immediate form of blogging. 

Turns out I have Instagram to thank for my most recent furniture purchase too!

I had been keeping an eye out for a table to fit a long space in our living room upstairs.

I hadn't seen anything at all that would fit the space.

Lo and behold the lovely Katherine posted a photo on Instagram and my 

eagle eye spotted it. A flurry of measurements later and I became the proud

owner of this table:

I love the fact that this table has been pre-loved, and that it's my turn to give 

it a home. Many of you know Katherine, she is such a helpful, kind and warm 

person. She often puts photos of her lovely items destined for either the WAC or the 

shop at the Cottage Garden Nursery on her Instagram feed.

You can follow her there: @katherinetheoldboathouse

And in the latest chicken news:

escape attempts : five

eggs laid: NONE

Those statistics better start turning around soon........

Have a good weekend

xx

Taj Mahal for chickens

Well, we have taken the plunge and have added 3 feathered girls to 

our family. Meet Sophie, Matilda and Gracie.

We have taken an area at the back of our garden that is very shaded - nothing 

has ever grown there - and have turned it into a chicken run.

They have plenty of room to roam and peck and whatever else they like

to do - and when they need a bit of down time they have some

nesting boxes and a lovely bespoke timber ladder to roost on.

 boy wonder is of course beside himself and has been 

spending almost every waking moment with them

 there was a lot of indignant barking from the spotty dog

when they arrived in what she felt was HER garden

 I think she's worried about where she is now in the 

pecking order

Our three girls are Isa Browns. They are supposedly very hardy, don't mind all the

man-handling that is inevitable with children, and are profuse layers of eggs.

I say supposedly as so far we haven't seen any eggs. 

We got them from here - they were extremely helpful.

 I fell in love with these lovely little hens - they are 

Silver Spangled Hamburgs. I thought they would look good

with the spotty dog, and had to be *patiently* reminded

by the man of the house muttering under his breath

 that we were looking for chickens that would give us lots

of eggs rather than designer chickens....

Spring is well and truly here. It's been glorious these past few days.

I just wish we'd get a bit of rain as the garden needs it.

It has felt good though to open up the house and use the verandah fully again.

 Sunday was the first day since winter that we have 

fully opened up the bi-fold doors from the kitchen to

the verandah. The spotty dog looks so well behaved

in this photo - maybe she thinks she's been put on 

notice now that the chickens are here.

I had almost finished this post and then boy wonder called me out to the

garden as the chickens were squawking a lot. We ventured out to their coop

and found not three but only one chicken. Disaster! I had visions of a monster

snake having eaten them, or a cat having carried them off. We then found the

escapees - one of them had ended up on the fence between us and our

neighbours, and the other one was up the macadamia tree. The chicken run has

a fence that is 6 feet high - not sure how that happened. We need to add a roof asap.

 escapee one

escapee two

After all this late night drama and chicken rescue, I need a glass of red.

xx