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Bugs and Bee Bums

It's a springtime and the weekend post! Featuring bugs. Saturday was muggy after the rains during the week. But it dried up marvellously by the late afternoon. Sunday was bewilderingly cool even in the early morning sun, but it warmed up beautifully in the afternoon. We saw this flower blooming in our hedge. It doesn't belong to the hedge but to a rival vine snaking through. If it's a weed or invasive species, it's got the most insolently beautiful flowers! Springtime also means the return of bugs. Brisbane has lots of them.  It's the tiny, almost invisible ones you need to watch out for. A quarter of the size of fruit flies or smaller. Midges, I think they're called. They've very wily, fast, and their bites itch mercilessly for days. They're the one bug I'm unapologetically nasty to 😳 A baby dragonfly with a blip of bright blue greeted LittleOne by hovering overhead as we went down the stairs! This was our awesome bug experience of the

An Extra-Ordinary Spring Saturday

Saturday the 10th of September was one of those magic spring days.  It started like this: It was the kind of day where the sun is beautifully warm and the breeze is playful and joyous.  The kind of day where, when LittleOne and I went out onto the deck in the morning and the breeze ran up to say hello, we each instinctively, impulsively inhaled and exclaimed about how lovely the day was!  The kind of day that LittleOne said felt just like the beach.  The kind of day where the air is watermelon-scented, and you just want to both bottle it and let it soak in your very cells forever.   That kind of spring day. We saw the first hibiscus flower in our garden in a lovely shade of pink-red that was just slightly more deep pink than red. We saw bees merrily visiting the white-and-pink-edged blossoms all over our prolific lemony-lime tree. We saw a kookaburra bird come and perch on the arbor in the garden. It gave a couple of its deep-throated chuckles, but didn't break out into

A soft spot for Blue Smarties

LittleOne has reached the age of treats now. Which means we have a lot more treats in the house. The treats have, for various reasons, focused on chocalatey delights. But not any old chocolate. Plain Cadbury chocolates have been given the thumbs up. Terry's Chocolate Orange has been deemed too strong (we're working on this), and Caramello Koalas, with their liquid caramel centres, have not been a hit (I get this, LittleOne - it took me ages to like them too). Smarties have been a ...moderate hit. They're often on the "please, can we?" list at the supermarket, but LittleOne's intake at home can be quite low. Even when I suggest them with rattling, dancing packets. Which means there are often Smarties in the cupboards looking at me, Which is such a pity.  You see, I have a funny old soft spot for Smarties. You see, when I was growing up in Mauritius in the 1980s, we had Smarties, of course. And they were your standard chocolatey treat. But, when we m