Opps, absent.

have been busy working and not posting..
am charging up flat camera battery
and will be back on soon
with foibles from the store.
until then here is a random picture of
'the bride' :

August.

Make Merry

The most lovely artist Bella Cooke
is a reader of this very blog.
She left a comment one day
about hanging some of her art work
and after a quick call to the store
was in the very next week
installing these fab table tennis bats...
look how they match the tea pots-
How great is that?!

Just great, like a fast volley in a game of ping pong..

hmmm wait on a second.......!

P.S ( click on her name for a link to her blog)

SaturElAutumnWoodDay.

West to middle east

A heart in love with beauty
never grows old- Turkish proverb







Once
in Selcuk
I ate breakfasts
like this

Today, in our little cafe
via my palate
the memory returned.



Organic:
pitta,
hummus,
wild olives,
grilled zucchini
grilled capsicum
Mt. Zero apricot dukkah chutney
chai.

and an afternoon view over the top of St. Bede's and Ormond road rooftops

Warm and Fuzzies...

The twins and their mother Deb sat at the bench on Monday
and drank hot chocolates, which is actually organic cocoa
and milk, with carob buttons and 'sprinkles'..

'You're a good cooker' they told me, at first via Deb,
who drank a pot of chai with rice milk,
and then when the cocoa kicked in they told me themselves.



Here they are showing me 'chocolate faces'
this was before I received twin sized hugs...
which made me all warm and fuzzy, like I had
drunk a hot chocolate too!

Claudia the rabbit

After eating Wuppertaler hot cross fruit buns
Claudia turned into a rabbit
and hopped into her burrow
under the fruit and vegetables
where rabbits often live...



Her mother in the meantime.
sat and drank a pot of chai
and caught up with the gossip
and shared recipe ideas
and other clever things..
watch this space!!



Ohhhh butter wouldn't melt in her mouth,
so we found out
after she ate the remaining butter
left over from her buns..
some one was a hungry girl, sorry rabbit.

going native

This weeks as with lasts weeks flowers
are from wild at heart