
Picnic tea eating the beautiful fish. Timo made the connection of the meal as being a form of fish and chips as we had the fish with potatoes etc, except this was much better he thought. We all agreed.
A journal of some of life's snippets here at Martins Creek. The old pond-- a frog jumps in, sound of water. ~ Matsuo Basho (haiku)


meanwhile, the boys played in the sandpit
and Caoimhe discovered the first basics of refraction and magnification when she noticed "Garfield is bigger!".

Timo's newspaper article as part of his whole morning playing about this solar powered power plant story with pipes going all around the world to power it etc,etc: He wrote it for Jeremy to read when he finished his job in the garden.







A really wonderful, happy and successful afternoon. We even had two middle aged gate crashers. Jeremy made all the 50 or so falafel in lovely soft breads for everyone, I made origami pockets to hold them in and Caoimhe decorated them and Timo helped to stick the folds down, unfortunately no pics of the complete product, but lots of well received feedback about the whole event.





Lennox is not really a concert or large number of people at a gathering person, at the moment. He took himself off to a more quiet space and happily played by himself, I didn't realise he was actually playing with Rebecca's sourdough - sorry guys! It's salvagable however.






While they were jumping, Jeremy and Timo went fishing off the kayaks in the river and Timo caught a beautiful trout:

