#1941 While the winds rage…

The doors are locked.

Door seals try desperately to keep the cold out.

But it seeps in, slowly.

The wild winds help it.

The pets are secured, sheltered.

Pots have been moved from perilous places, to spots where they are less likely to fall, to break.

Almost everyone is in their beds.

And while peaceful dreams beckon, the rattling continues.

Eastern winds tear past windows, shaking them and easing them from their 4 decade old hinges.

Squeaks abound, noises we’ve never heard before.

The wind ebbs and flows, but not in a gentle way. It comes down in terror, gusts blowing hard and strong, and at any moment, I picture something breaking. I wait, I tense.

The wind eases, for only a moment.

I breathe out.

Then the vicious cycle begins again.

I watch the weather report. The worst will hit in 10 minutes.

I cross my fingers that all that will await us in the morning are fallen leaves, twigs and small branches, with piles of throwaway papers because of course, tonight is bin night.

That is all.

But for now, while the winds rage…

I am grateful, for our noisy, yet protective roof.

Stay strong.

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#1934 Loving Winter on the 2nd day

Guys, it’s Winter!

I sound excited, I know!

You know, usually I am bracing for winter for days and days on end, waiting for that inevitable day when I change the page of the calendar and have the coldest season staring back at me.

I mean, it shouldn’t come as a surprise… our fair city of Melbourne gives us plenty of previews WAY before June rolls around… ๐Ÿ˜

But, I’m trying to embrace all the seasons this year. I am trying to find all the reasons why I love them.

Yes, there I said it. LOVE.

Or maybe, a little bit of like. Baby steps.

Baby girl told me the other day that she’s looking forward to toasting marshmallows (we’ve never done that, guess we’re gonna have to start!) watching movies more and cuddling up on the couch.

And I keep forgetting that Winter still brings the sun too. Like today. Yeah I know, if we’re going off my ol’ Melbourne climate guide (I wrote that up when I started blogging, and it’s more accurate than the Melbourne weather forecast ever was and still is) this early June summer is totally normal, and designed to give us a false sense of security.

But although it is colder, the sun still comes out.

Listen to that metaphor.

Even though it’s colder, the sun still comes.

We are day 2 into Winter, and honestly we should be more afraid of corona and lockdowns, then we should the cold.

I am ALL for Winter this year. Give me my freedom, and I will paint the town red, 30 degrees, or 3.


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#1916 Bravery in this household

So much courage today! It abounded from every member of our household…

Our Mister F was brave at the vet. He had a full service, poor thing, and had tablets rammed down his throat, needles and treatments applied, tests done, and he was brave as. Not even a flinch.

Hubbie was brave, and showed us when he came home for lunch… he had cut his thumb. Ouch. I mean, there were band-aids covering it, but the blood had seeped through the bandages and was running down his hand, clearly visible through the clear glove he was wearing, ugh. It was not a pretty sight.

But being a butcher, these kinds of nicks and cuts become part and parcel. Unfortunately.

He was brave, changed the coverings and soldiered on.

Baby girl was brave at the shops firstly… we got her some new earrings because she lost one of hers at school the other day. The lady kindly offered to put them in for her, and even though she was freaking out, because her ear piercing holes were obviously starting to slightly close up after a few earring-free days, she let the lady do it and she was BRAVE.

Then at home, she had a wobbly tooth. It was bugging her and really stressing her out, and I just kept telling her… “give it a little nudge, it’ll come out. Be brave, like Mister F.”

And she got it out! Her first assisted tooth-pull, lol.

The end of the day she was brave once more, when she pulled a big bandage off her elbow, from a week-old wound. I told her it had to breathe, she had to get it off, but it was that super heavy-duty sticky adhesive, and took a lot of water, soap and pulling to get it off… but she got the bandage off all by herself.

Bravery again! Remember, they might be little things for you and me, but for her these were huge.

These were massive milestones.

Wait… what about…

Our bird, orange-cheeks?

Yeah, did you hear that storm last night fellow Melburnians? I didn’t because I was fast asleep according to Hubbie, but he swore he thought our bird’s cage would blow away into the heavens last night, so crazy was the wind and weather.

So orange-cheeks too, was brave.

Me? Was I brave today?

I’ve been brave for months now guys. I wake up, I get on with it, and I breathe through it all.

We’re inspiring each other in this household folks.


#1873 April sun in Melbourne

Well would you look at that?

An April beach day!

WHAT? And on the Easter long weekend. Sure we live near the beach, so heading there is often easier to manage than if we lived let’s say an hour away…

But still, you have to be free.

AVAILABLE. When Melbourne decides to turn it on.

And so to get a beautiful and warm summer’s day, in Autumn, in April, on a public holiday, Good Friday no less…

It sure was a Good Friday. We bathed in the sun, and I even read a book (for 5 minutes)…

But still! I read.

And I loved it. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ“š๐Ÿ–

#1859 Autumn sunset

This season, I knew what would happen.

This is our fifth Autumn in our Sea change location. I’ve gotten used to the yin and yang, the ebb and flow of things, the extreme contrasts we experience in the weather here, day in and day out.

Well, you can’t ever really know what to expect from Melbourne weather, can you? But, we’re ALL getting there, aren’t we?

And so, tonight.

I love the orange warmth that stretches across the sky.

The wispy grey clouds that lie lazily across the sharp blue impending night.

The glow on the horizon that lights up the rooms of our home.

The way the weather is slowly getting cooler, and yet the sky is getting even more beautiful.

That, is the Autumn sunset. ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ‚

#1845 Have you ever really loved, a love song?

I’ve been listening to Bryan Adams suddenly, out of nowhere, and I can’t stop.

Maybe it’s the weather. The warmth has dissipated, leaving in its wake cold, windy, grey days.

Things feel slower. Sleepier. I feel like chilling, playing love songs on repeat.

Which is kinda what I’ve been doing. ๐Ÿ˜‰

To be honest, it’s not quite all of a sudden. It all started after I was listening to one of my favourite songs “O Sole Mio” last week. And then when I looked it up on YouTube, I came upon the most weirdest of versions.

It was a duet, featuring Pavarotti… and Bryan Adams.

BRYAN ADAMS? I couldn’t believe the caption, until I watched it and listened to it with my own ears.

Now, at first, I was very slightly offended. Was this a joke? I have no problems with Bryan Adams at all. I think he’s great.

But, this song was made for the operatic tone. We don’t need no husky, raspy voices here. Bryan Adams, you may not apply for this job. And yet there he was. Singing alongside this famous Italian, the Pav looking at him all amused, perhaps like it was some kind of joke, or dare, or perhaps more realistically, a TV special or charity show?

In fact it was neither. Rather it was for Pavarotti’s 59th birthday in Modena, Italy, and he surely thought he’d get a kick out of it or something. Look it up, and see his deeply amused smile as he watches Bryan attempt this song designed only for a tenor. Just watch.

And then, something happened. After I got used to the wildly different voice and version, his voice started repeating in my head.


I could hear the strain, even and mesaured, but not deep, as he sang “Ma n’atu sole cchiรน bello, oi ne'”

(Otherwise known as line five)

I was actually starting to like it.


And with that… his other songs started repeating in my head.

Because of that, I’ve been playing various renditions and versions of his songs…

Summer of ’69.


Let’s Make a Night to Remember.

Please Forgive Me.

And last, but definitely not least, and most certainly my favourite song of his of ALL TIME:

Have You Ever Really Loved a Woman?

(With special subtitles :))

I have loved this song since it came out when I was a young teen. I LOVE IT. And the love just keeps on growing in our household, because every time Hubbie comes home from work, he hears this guy…


#1830 Me time, beach time

At least once a year, I try to do a beach visit ON MY LONESOME.

You might think that is soooo easy living by the beach and all… but let me explain.

I am a Mum, so I have Mum duties. Baby girl has to be at school.

I am a wife, so I have wife duties. Hubbie has to be at work.

I do everything else around the house, so like, it has to be a chore ‘light’ day…

I work, so it needs to be a work free day.

We live in Melbourne, so we need to have good weather…


AND if all of THAT wasn’t enough, we are living in the time of corona, so we need Dan to let us go to the beach!

Phew. That’s a long list.

Can you see why I only aim for once a year?

Maybe in due time, more solo visits will be possible. Maybe yes, maybe no.

All I know is, I chilled for an hour or two…

read a book…

dipped my toes into the warm water…

let the sun beat down on me…

and closed my eyes to the swirl of waves, wind and little kids squealing around me.

The sound was so full. But my mind was so peaceful. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ–

#1822 Reasons why I love living near the beach no. 4

Oh God. All my reasons why I love living by the beach are pretty much the same, with like, two or three very minor differences.

Convenience again, rears its head. Well of course. It is the super convenient to live by the beach, because of the proximity, right?

Today Hubbie and I had a day off, and we decided given the fact that Summer appears to disappear on weekends lately (only reappearing during the working week, have you noticed?) any family time beach visits on let’s say a Sunday, have been pretty impossible.

But when you’ve had the day off, and you live by the beach, well…

We put on our beach gear under our clothes, and waited for baby girl to run up to us after school and work it out herself.

We weren’t even at the car when she realised WHERE we were going.

Yep. Straight to the beach. No home stop here… it breaks the flow. I bring her swimwear, change her in the car park, towels, sunscreen and snacks and water bottles are brought along… and that is MORE than enough.

We ended up staying for longer than we thought we would, when surprisingly baby girl’s school friend turned up…

And then MORE shenanigans ensued.

The water was perfect… the air was still… the sun was shining…

We don’t have to wait until the weekend for the beach. In Melbourne, we aren’t granted with that luxury. Summer comes, and Summer goes, even within the month of Summer.

So making the most of it when we can, mid-week, after school… I just love it. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ–๐Ÿ–

#1805 Reasons why I love living near the beach no. 3

I feel like all my ‘reasons why I love the beach’ posts have to do with the same thing – convenience.

But it is soooo true.

Today, after the Saturday we’d had, we all kinda couldn’t be stuffed doing anything. Even baby girl didn’t jump when immediately presented with the beach idea.

But realistically, with work and school starting this week, as well as that highly predictable unpredictable Melbourne weather, today was the only good day we could go.

We said an hour, tops.

The water was so nice. The air was still, and so the refreshing water was a beautiful contrast to the warm, humid atmosphere.

It may have even been 50 minutes… and then we were home again. ๐Ÿ’–๐Ÿ’–

#1766 Love Summer

It kinda hit me as I crept out of baby girl’s room tonight.

The toilet door I passed is usually so drafty come winter time, from it’s permanently ajar window…

And yet as I went by it tonight, it was so balmy.

And I was like, “YES.”

I love this.

I love summer.

Things are so easy. Walking around with no socks on.

Sandals, for days.

Windows and doors open, fresh air invited in on a regular basis.

Sunnies and sunscreen.

No shivering.

No heater.

No frosty mornings.

(Well this is Melbourne, so we still get slumped every now and then ๐Ÿ˜‰).

The warmth brings with it relaxation, release, and a beautiful flow.

I love the flow.

I openly welcome Summer. Please stay for as long as you can. ๐Ÿ’–

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