The Accountant and I weeded and planted lots of veggies. In the meantime the artichokes are looking good, the rhubarb has flourished and the herbs have flowered. I love sage flowers and would have it in the garden just for the flowers. Against all odds (it's covered by a prolific vine we haven't been able to identify), the tarragon survived. It's also still growing at home - perhaps possums don't like aniseed?
After Dandenong Market, we went down the hill to Upwey where a local twilight market was being held. It was much larger than I'd imagined and people were selling everything from cigar-box guitars to zatar. I thought about upgrading from the uke to a cigar-box geetar but decided the uke was more my style. Instead I bought Japanese bbq sauce, soap and a small round pottery dish in which to keep the spheres of soap.
And this was the result of last night's Neighbourly Knitting Night - the beginning of the Colinette throw. Here it is, artfully flung on top of the sheep bag I bought in the U.K.
Foraging through the veggies for tonight's meal I found this - a reminder to keep your eyes open and enjoy the extraordinary in the ordinary.
Be My Valentine