Dried leaves in boiling water…

…an exercise in associative blogging. Tea. My Nanna (Dad’s mum), who I remember as teaching me to drink tea – no sugar, a bit of milk, strong and hot. Breathing in the steam from the mug, cupped in cold hands, sitting around a campfire at night. So many glorious camping holidays with my family and my mum’s twin sister’s family when I was a kid. Yum cha, the brew getting stronger as the meal progresses until the pot is refilled and it goes back to hot water lightly tinged with colour and flavour. The ritual of Grandma’s teapot, readied before … Continue reading Dried leaves in boiling water…

Swimming

I can’t remember learning to swim, though I do remember swimming lessons, specifically taking the life-saving course at Pymble pool in the summer holidays while my younger siblings were learning to swim and going to the school swimming scheme in primary school. I know diving clicked for me when I was 9 and we were in Tahiti on our way to the US where my dad was going for a 4 month sabbatical. There is also the family story of sibling rivalry wherein I was going without floaties for the first time at 3 years old and my sister, 21 … Continue reading Swimming

Sundays in My City

Hosted by Unknown Mami After having just a little too much fun last night I woke this morning wanting nothing more than to curl up on the lounge and pretend I had no responsibilities for the day. But we had Plans and there was to be no wriggling out of them! We dropped David at a friend’s place for the day and off we went to the city to visit the Art Gallery. It’s amazing how much difference it makes to be one kid down, everything seemed so much easier, even when Tom decide the exhibition we’d gone to see … Continue reading Sundays in My City

Sundays in my City

Hosted by Unknown Mami After our busy furniture rearranging day yesterday we took it easy this morning and ended up having breakfast at about 11am. Dave and I went and did the grocery shopping while Adam, Tom and Caitlin baked choc chip cookies and brownies. Then after lunch (which we ate at 3:30pm) we put the Anglo Saxon style leg of lamb in the oven to slow cook and headed over to my Mum’s place for a walk. My Aunty Liz and Uncle Rob and my Dad had been at Mum’s for lunch so altogether there were 10 of us … Continue reading Sundays in my City