Spring flowers and snakes and...

Brrrrr, we're back to winter woollies around here. Skivvy and leggings and a big grey huggly jumper for me yesterday. With slippers. All day. And a fire. Mmmmmmmmm.

I haven't forgotten that it's spring though. One glance out the window at the wisteria reminds me of that, loud and clear. Yum. It smells so beautiful.

Here's a close-up so that you can have a sniff. Breathe deeply, now...

See? Divine, isn't it?

The fragrant flowers of spring are amongst my favourite things. We have boronia scenting the deck, and sweet peas in a little arrangement on the kitchen table. Soon the fragrant old fashioned roses will be in bloom, followed by the gardenia, just in time for Christmas. Hurray!

I love highly scented posies on my bedside table. I know that many people don't, but I like being able to smell the flowers if I waken during the night. Sorta makes it worth having woken up. A waft of the spicy scent of little white 'pinks' is there right now.

On my desk is the last of the freesias. They're fragrant as well, but in a more sweet old fashioned way. I guess I can't say that they're favourites as well, can I? (Although they are.)

Our local agricultural show is on this weekend. Always something exciting happening at The Show. One year it was five legged sheep. Another year it was a display of venomous snakes that the kids could wind around their necks like scarves. How do you explain to your child that yes, this particular brown snake is okay to kiss and cuddle with, but the ones you see in the garden are rather best avoided? Especially since they're supposed to be the second most venomous snake in the world. Ugh. Too be honest, I didn't like the deformed sheep much either.

We'll be spending most of today there if it doesn't rain, so I shall report any strange and wonderful sightings on Monday. Okay? Jemimah, of course, has been saving her pennies for the dodgem cars and the show bags. And the fairy floss. Moi? I prefer the quilts and the Devonshire teas. Beloved gets terribly excited about the steam engines. Oh well, it takes all types. Always something for everyone at The Show. Especially mud. And probably rain. (Note to self: Do not wear slippers.)

That's about all from us. Bread baking in the oven for brekky. All other meals at The Show. (See how it is capitalised? That's to give it gravitas, because The Show is important.) There's always a lamb on a spit at an Aussie show, don't you know? Mostly it's pretty delicious too, especially with a glass of the local red. I'll have a glass for you. But not two. I am not nice with two glasses of red, and one must always keep one's self nice at The Show.

What are you up to this weekend? Is it cold where you are? What are you wearing? What fragrant flowers are blooming in your garden? Do you like a glass of Aussie red? Are you happy?

I am. Can you tell?