the weeks

The weeks keep spinning past, with similar themes, but each with their own flavour and season.

We had our ninth year at the annual band competition at UNSW the weekend before last, our two high school bands were in the highest divisions of their section. It fills my heart to see all those different sized kids lugging their beautiful shiny instruments around with an offhand everyday attitude. I never got to learn music, it was never in my orbit, so I'm very happy we have given our three kids this gift.

The five of us went three different ways on Friday night, it was fun. Because of the way things turned out we had dinner at three different restaurants. My son J and I chose a popular restaurant round the corner from us we'd never visited, where you have to wait on the street to get a table, further tortured by the view through the glass windows of the yum cha ladies rolling dumplings! It was worth it. Can't wait to go again!

I got a whole making day on Thursday and threw a few pots. I love this simple beaker that came from this batch, I hope I can make some more the same, maybe add a handle, a lip... The more I throw the more I realise how much there is to learn!

Also this weekend we pruned back the garden and I did my annual pruning of May's roses. May is my 96 year old neighbour and I prune her roses each winter. She is such a delight I'm happy to do this tiny thing for her, and we both love the roses when they flower. She was in hospital when I did them but happily she's home now. Such a brave and independent woman. I really hope I am like her when I am older.

The last of the soccer games is on this weekend and netball ends soon, the days are starting to lengthen and I can imagine spring finding its way to us soon. Time to get some vegetable plants growing I think...

p.s. A milestone this week when my neglected flowerpress shop reached nine hundred sales! That's a lot of handmade goodies and packing parcels, hooray!