Remember this little salad patch?
I can't believe I've actually managed to grow some food.
Friends for lunch last Saturday, rocket and feta salad for the table.
And this is what happens when Adam (thanks for the photos babe) tells you he's taking a photo of the baby. Snot. Taking a photo of me with salad hanging out of mouth. Super attractive.
In other news, we had a visitor this week!
Real life Australian fauna, in my front yard. So excited.
The echidna and I, we hung out. I asked if she could stay till Henry and Tilly came home. She said 'no,' and 'lady those shoes are clapped out.'
'Yeah but they're two of the same shoe Mrs Tiggywinkle,' I replied. 'We're on the way.'
She got bored with my chit chat and trundled off towards the dam where the big black snake lives.
I tried to encourage her to go the other direction but the geese were bothering her and I said, 'Well Tiggy, you're on your own, but feel free to drop in anytime.' And she said, 'I'm an echidna, not a hedgehog you doofus, and who has time to iron and starch these days anyway?'
(I didn't tell her my washing was all wet and stinkarooney in the machine. She's still a new friend.)