IT'S been a slow weekend here. The weather is cooler, we haven't strayed far from the front door and generally we've been pacing ourselves for what will be a busy month of family and festivities.
Two grandkidlets have already had a whirling dervish visit, upending the house, as they do, and with them gone, our Sunday has been quiet.
We're nibbling at grapes and cooking simple omelettes, strewn with fresh cut chives, or a frittata with cold potato chunks and leftover sausage from Friday night's barbecue, served with salad greens picked from the garden.
Anything not eaten ends up in the compost or cooked up. A small treat of lemon myrtle leaves from a produce swap earlier in the month was infused in vodka to make a botanical cocktail. Saved mandarin skins that were left to dry have been blitzed in the herb grinder and will be used when baking this Christmas.
At night, my hands are busy twining string from washed and reclaimed bread bags and I am itching to pick up a knitting project with a fine fingering weight: something cool enough to knit with in the coming summer. Maybe Santa will bring me a little yarn.
And visits to the op shops are netting tiny treasures for a coin or two. A $2 silk scarf, light as a feather, but big enough to throw around my neck on a cooler than usual spring evening; pull back a fringe that I am growing out, or even throw over a table or tray for pretty cocktail hour decor.
How are you going? Are you pacing yourself too?
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