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Permaculture Diary: 5th January 2008

Copyright © Beverley Paine

Today is a very special day: in addition to celebrating our daughter's 27th birthday with her and her lovely man, we celebrated their engagement. Our son-in-law to be proposed on her birthday earlier in the week, completely taking her by surprise, continuing to bring romance to all of our lives with his caring and thoughtful attention. It is wonderful and a privillege to have this new energy in our lives.

Knowing that we would spend most of the day in Adelaide we busied ourselves taking care of the chores: feeding the animals, tidying the house, and collecting in the finished fruit that had dried (we've found that with the weather so warm the fruit continues to dry overnight.) Although I'd prefer to store the dried fruit in glass, because of our jam making we're completely out of jars, so we're packing the fruit into ziplock snack-size bags. This way, if some of the fruit goes mouldy we won't lose the whole jar, just a small amount.

After a sumptious (as usual) BBQ lunch with good friends, we sauntered to the local beach at around 6pm. Happily the heat of the day had moderated, mostly due to a large cloud that sat in the western sky. The water was warm with a small 30cm swell that provided enough entertainment for my four-year old friend on a body board. This bright young spark had never been on one before, yet he knew how to stand on it in the shallows in a surfing pose. A couple of times he fell off the board in deep water and although I caught him straight away, he had already grabbed for the board and was pulling himself into safety. Catching a wave in his face didn't deter this plucky little critter, who like his dad, loves a challenge inbued with an element of danger.

It's been a while since I had the opportunity to play with children. This bright young spark kept me busy for over an hour in the water and I had a ball. I think we were both in our natural element!

The evening of family and friends was made complete by the arrival of our sons, who helped to polish off the amazing ice-cream cake and pecan pie our daughter had made for her birthday celebration. She enjoys cooking and loves to try new recipes. Eating at her place is like going out to a fancy restaurant. We offered her a job as family chef... I even said I'd get a freezer (and probably half a dozen more solar panels and batteries!) if she'd cook meals for us we could store. Joking aside, it's heartwarming to know that in a small but formative way, Robin and I helped her to nurture this culinary ability.

Home after midnight. A lovely, relaxing day. I could do with more like this!

 

 


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