adelaide hills


Listening: to the rain on the tin roof of my new place.
Planning:  a movie with friends tonight; the Rio trip in a few months.
Eating: the last of the figs I pinched from Hahndorf.
Drinking:  ‘the dumping of dreams’ – a gift from a fellow tea drinker with a sense of humour.
Smelling: my found goods market candle
Wearing:  cosy bunny slippers
Loving:  days off, the Adelaide hills in Autumn, cheeky foals, my battered iphone camera.
Feeling: grounded

Thinking: how the universe has a way of coming up with the goods when you slow down, take a step back, and let it.




Adelaide Hills






A for Autumn; H de Hoja


It’s 19 degrees today and I needed a scarf, gloves and boots just to make it to the supermarket. “More of a summer person” is the understatement of the year, and for me autumn is as much about coming to grips with the impending doom of winter as it is about pretty trees and Bosc pears.

My sister and ‘other half in the other half of the world’ Paula, on the other hand, has an incredible knack for seeing past the big picture and finding beauty in tiny moments. Spanish speakers really need to check out her thoughts on watching an autumn leaf dance with the wind on its way to the ground. The girl is a force to be reckoned with and a huge inspiration to everyone around her. I was in the Adelaide hills the other day on a bit of a family day trip, and every time I saw a leaf fall, I was reminded of her gorgeous way of looking at the world and her talent at communicating it through writing. Seriously, go check her out.

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