Hello December

...........................In answer to a couple of questions posed last time: No, if a baby spinach is eaten off twice by something or somethings unknown, it does not grow back; yes, if the growing top of a bean gets nibbled off ditto, it grows back with two tips!

I gave up and raised a bunch of baby beans indoors and THEN planted them at the site where two batches didn’t grow - and they are doing well. Could be the beer I’m putting out in containers for the slugs...I feel mean but hope they die happy - the level of the beer goes down overnight enough to make me suspect that the beans may be helping themselves to a tipple as well.

I was asked to be a backing singer with a rock ‘n roll band of cartoonists at the recent Stanley Awards- annual event of the Australian Cartoonists Association - it was fun (some great musicians) although disconcerting as due to being wedged in between drums and electric bass and guitars, and a sound guy who mustn’t have pressed the right buttons, I couldn’t hear what was coming out of my mouth! The first time we played together as a group was when we stepped on stage for the performance as people came from all over the country. It was quite surreal not even being able to hear my voice in my own head. Luckily we got through it OK and everybody said it sounded great so phew, and phew that the set was cut short as a few trickier harmonies WOULDN’T have sounded great! The event was held at Darling Harbour - amazing city views. ....

I have been painting, creating a new card with my gallery website on it, ,


not making postcards (have a nice new printer person but the trial cards had awful colours), hanging a new batch of paintings in the bank, building compost bays with one of my offspring, a vege garden in the middle of the front yard,

(getting compost from the local tip - they process MOUNTAINS of green waste which 5 or 6 years later is beautiful for the garden - we had big sacks in the car and were shovelling it in through the windows - must have looked like we were simply filling the car) (here I am with Susie in the half wine barrel which the lemon tree is about to be transplanted into - the barrel is from France and had red wine in it - the colour of the inside is just beautiful and the stained wood grain - except now it’s full of dirt - oh well, I guess the worms can enjoy it) ......and finally saying goodbye to paintings which have been sold and taking them to their new homes - mainly to get offered a cup of tea as I had run out of tea leaves.

The male bower bird collects blue things to attract the female - like clothespegs -although why they attract her and don’t make her suspicious I don’t know - and in fact his eyes are blue. Here a bower bird sits at the edge of a billabong. I think milk producers here stopped using blue plastic lids for a time because birds were being choked in the rings and were redistributing them into the bush- but I could be making that all up.


There’s a tea shop where you order at the counter, then instead of being given a number, you’re given a teapot or coffee pot. I LOVE it! And what a gorgeous teacup! (Mind you. the milk comes in a paper container, but you can’t have everything)......

Have you seen the movie, “A League of their Own”? It’s about a league of women baseball players who toured the USA during WW2 when the men were away. Started as a bit of a novelty, but the women were actually crack players and ended up with a big following. War ended, they were disbanded. One of my kids was working in California recently and while riding around on a bike, came across a garage sale of items from the estate of a woman who had recently died. Turns out she had been with the league and had helped to make the uniforms. My offspring bought and packaged up the most wonderful array of thimbles, unopened bias binding, packets of needles, zippers and more, including an enchanting wooden box full of spools of thread in wonderful colours. They were sent to a sibling who will give them a new life in Australia and turn them into items their original owner would never have dreamed of but would probably have been excited to know about...I love that. ......


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