why blog?

My last post had not one comment. Now I don't get a lot of comments on my little blog and that is fine, but no posts at all left me feeling somewhat low and this led me to wonder why my self esteem would take a blow from such a small thing. I had had the most marvellous day walking in the mountains with a friend and our small people, yet I could come home and check my computer and suddenly feel alone.

I had to ask myself why I blog (amongst other questions). I am sure we all have lots of reasons for this little habit - mine are simple. It is a fun way to keep a record of our lives and what small achievements are made and I feel part of a community. Blogging is being part of a culture of women who are creative and inspiring, because, while all of my close friends are creative and inspiring none knit or have the need to make things as I do. And, of course, we all want to be appreciated and noticed in some way don't we?

So expect me to me visiting a few more blogs I like and making sure I do my bit in spreading the love and appreciation.

I could also write a whole post on my ambivalent feelings about mother's day but I won't. I will, however, tell you I did make it a day. I informed the pirate he had to let me kiss him as much as I needed to because it was my day - he reluctantly obliged. I dragged him even more reluctantly to the hills with the promise of a cave (of sorts) at the end. He walked the most he ever has in one day and I am proud of him. Here is a little taster of what we saw.

Rock art - between 800 and 10,000 years old.
Rock art at Yankee Hat

Magic mountains

Soooo many roos.

and my favourite - wrinkles on a Eucalypt's branch join. Love it.

The pirate made it all the way back to the start distracted with a search for bigger and better bones. Here is his stash.

I think Harry Potter looks afraid.

autumn

Autumn is here - rejoice, rejoice. The Cockatoos are making a racket and doing a wonderful job of pruning the elm in the backyard.

photo from here

I has been another long hot summer - I really am not made for an Australian summer - I am made for Scotland. Now it's finally cooler in the morning, the air is crisp, the light is softer and I have more energy. I will be a very happy sprout when I know the last 30 deg day for the season is past and this coolness is with us for many months. As you know the past few weeks have been very, very busy here. But the end is in sight and Autumn will be the perfect time to give my garden some long needed attention - it will be good, good, good for my soul.

Autumn will be the season I finish my Flair. I am finally up to the band and only have the sleeves to go. It is looking quite nice, the malabrigo is magnificient - but it has taken so long if it doesn't look perfect when I put it on I will be quite miserable.

Autumn will be the season I will finish my cable rib socks, only started to prevent me going insane with plain knitting. These ones travel in my bag and I was lucky enough yesterday to have two meetings in the wonderful Australian National Botanic Gardens with a half hour gap between. The stress falls away in a place like this.



Being in the gardens I recalled the expression 'feel blue, touch green' -and so I touched all the green I needed to get me through the day.