see you there...

I love autumn.

How goddam good is the weather?
How good is it?!

Foggy mornings, misty sunsets, not too windy, and the sun! Perfect weather…
For a while there it was cold and our heater is a bit broken (the heater is getting fixed though… today in fact. By a ‘heater man’ well didn’t we quip last night about that! 8am “why hello mr. Heater man” Bed hair, gasping voice you know the one)

And our showers were cold too. This is because the water heater has been gushing all our hot water into the ground… for about 10 YEARS! But no more! It too is fixed.

It’s been a whole week and I’m sorry. I feel like a giant blob of glue that is getting all plastic and is about to become useless and unstick… debts to my ear holes, work to my eyeballs and general uncertainty hangs above my little (medium sized actually) head about all those important things. At the same time I have this buzz in my tummy and a happiness, like a two year old who has just eaten some clag... its a sort of like for someone that I like quite a bit...

And how can you be sad with this weather? Though I wish the BOM would stop changing their minds about the weather. Tomorrow sunny or not? I need to plan my tea in the morning: back steps? Or kitchen table? Which is it going to be!

I can tell you today that the sun is shining because it’s George’s birthday. George is a very tall boy, with long lashes, and flushed cheeks. He is good at guitar and music things, plays frisbee quite well, likes to surf, made a mean curry last night, can speak Japanese, and he says sorry quite a bit.

George is one of the most spectacular individuals on this big brown land (quite liked saying ‘big brown land’) He has a combi named polly and a very beautiful girlfriend, and they travelled around Australia and they have had quite a number of adventures that make magnificent stories.

And I am very, very, glad to have met him, and very glad he was born 28 years ago.

Happy Birthday Mr George

Last night I found a beautiful fig tree, still full with figs, and hanging over a lane fence in glorious abundance. I shall share with you where it is… on mac pherson st, north carlton, between lygon and drummond… at the end of a lane on the north side…last night I made the most delicious toffee figs with sour cream and chocolate.

They are green and are the most plump and jewel filled figs I have ever seen.

See you at the fig tree.

X me

8 comments:

hell said...

hi miss,

i love this sort of tip off...

enjoy that sunshine and that buzz in your tummy... it sounds delightful...

debts & work & important things can talk quietly amongst themselves... YOU know when things really need to be attended to...

i've eaten plenty of clag too, but now i'm enjoying a bit of feijoa and apple jelly on toast, and that suits me fine.

x

problematic said...

p.s
uh oh

i just went and got some figs but they arent where i said they were, theyre around the cnr in shakespeare st. which is in between rathdowne and drummond.

dumb head.

oh yum yum! feijoa and apple jelly! im about to put some quinces in brandy and let them marry together for six week and then we drink quince brandy!

next is rhubarb schnapps...

x

im going to endeavour to come and have tea with you and fleischi soon dell.

sublime-ation said...

That's so weird. Last night I had a dream that I was picking figs. And I don't even like figs. I live only a few blocks from that tree.

hell said...

i picked figs, but not from there.... from one in ames street between fenwick and macpherson... *there goes the neighborhood...

quinces are one of those fruits i've never known apart from quince paste with roaring forties blue on some crusty bread OHMYGOD I MIGHT DIE OF HAPPINESS.

they're quite exotic for me from north queensland,,, but i swore to get to know them... I WILL make quince paste this season, i'd also love to try the brandy. yum.

sublime-ation said...

That's even closer to me Dell...my mum always has too many quinces every year, she lives on the cold windy rainy Mornington Peninsula. I only like quince paste. They are a strange fruit.

Djali said...

Do you there might be any left for me by Sunday? Hope so. I might go a-gathering

Djali said...

PS Like this place Miss Problematic

X

Djali said...

* I (oops)

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