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Ducks at Foxglove Spires

Hello blossoms,

Today it is too hot to create or comprehend full sentences. Please except the following incoherent dot points in lieu of an actual post:

• Thomas and I just returned from a road trip to Melbourne, Mallacoota and Tuross Heads. Highlights included the Innocent Bystander winery in Healsville (pizza to die for and an incredible sangiovese), lunch with my Philipino uncle's family (like being on Food Safari), Heidi, the Abbortsford convent, the amazing tapioca dumplings at Cookie, beer and cider at the Little Creatures dining room (which isn't as good as the original Fremantle brewery, but has a nice vibe nonetheless), dinner at Lucy's Homemade Noodles in Mallacoota, sampling excessive amounts of cheese in Central Tilba, and visiting the enchanting Foxglove Spires garden in Tilba Tilba and taking solitary beach walks.
  
• My housemate Sally is a far superior gardener to me. I came back and my humble veggie patch had become a magnificent green jungle. I suspect she has been singing to the plants or injecting them with steroids.
  
• I had resolved to eat only raw food all week but have decided against it due to the wise words of Dr Karl and the fact that I don't have a food dehydrator, which almost every slightly appetising, filling looking recipe I can find requires. Plus I have the appetite of a Thoroughbred and need carbohydrates, damn it.
  
• Right now I am eating Tom's homemade granola from a purple Bison mug. It is slightly burnt but still delicious. It also looks very pretty.
  
• I have started drinking sage tea. Apparently it is good for female hormonal...things. Pick 3 sage leaves, cover in boiling water, steep for 4 minutes, drink. Tastes like roast lamb.
  
• Looking for jobs really is devastatingly boring and soul crushing and I wish I could live in a cottage in the country, eat only home grown vegetables and eggs and read fine literature and knit all day.
• Seeing people you grew up with get engaged is scary but actually surprisingly fun, and engagement parties are just like 21sts but with generally classier alcohol (mmm...sangria).
  
• I visited the Mark Tuckey show room in Fitzroy and now desperately want to become a furniture designer and am considering doing a woodwork for women course at art school.
• I really miss cozy blankets, my doona, cardigans, socks, scarves and sleep. Bring on winter.