• On Thursday morning as we reached the top of our street (on the way to school) we spotted a small group of kangaroos. We often see them, and if they're close to the road we stop for a minute or so to watch them. This time we were thrilled to see one of the females had a joey in her pouch. Around the next bend we saw another group, making the day's total a record thirteen roo sightings. (NB. We see more during walks in the park at the end of the road, but this was a 'school run' record).
• Listening to Annie Proulx's Wyoming Stories on talking book (me, not the children). I am enjoying her spare prose but why does she have this odd penchant for weird names? Does anybody actually call their offspring Ice, Diamond, Bliss or Tick? There's also a lot of sex (brief, perfunctory and often brutal) in her stories too. Doesn't make Wyoming men sound terribly attractive.
• The roadsides here are still vibrant with splashes of bright yellow wattle. This is now accompanied by the delicate white of hawthorn blossom. The magnolias in peoples' front gardens are magnificent!
• I have a visual image of the blogosphere as a series of overlapping circles.
• Son #1, who you may remember dropped out of the Junior Strings orchestra because it was "too easy", was invited by the conductor to join the Senior Strings. (There's only one other child in this group). He and I fronted up on Wednesday night for his first rehearsal and much to his surprise and terror the conductor put him straight into the coveted First Violins. (The other child, in Third Violins, looked none too pleased). I cast on Son #2's second sock and sneaked looks at #1's little face, red and unblinking with fierce concentration as he tackled Tchaikovsky for the first time ever; a wee fish in a sea of bow-wielding serious looking adults. My usually serious silent son talked aaaallll the way home, high on the adrenalin of it all.
• Look what you get in the mail when you give someone a handknitted facewasher?
Jo and I did a wee swap and this little beauty went straight into my handbag and has been used several times already (we still have snotty winter noses here. Um, TMI?). I love it Jo, thanks! When organising the exchange of said handcrafted items, Jo and I realised we live quite close to each other. Close enough for me to drive to her house, drop the parcel in her letterbox, check out her front garden in a totally horticultural and non-stalkerish manner, and run off before the curtains twitched and she spotted my filthy car, unwashed hair, brown uninspired clothing and haggard early morning expression.
(I tried to photograph the interior of this little tissueholder as it is beautifully lined with red gingham, but the resulting photo was crap. Jo has far superior pics on her site).
• The second rhododendron (there are about four) has flowered (it's a double). It too is white. It too will be staying.