No, literally, it’s been freezing. The fact that we’re expected to tumble out of our snuggly bed-cocoons on a -6 degree morning has seemed like a cruel trick of the gods. After losing all feeling in my hands one morning while scraping the near-impenetrable frost from my car windows with an American supermarket loyalty card, I have stubbornly decided that, for the rest of winter, I shall no longer participate in such dangerous manual labour. Instead, I shall enjoy fifteen minutes of reading in my car while the engine warms up enough to defrost its own diggity windows. Hah! I win!
However, as if to make up for its icicle mornings, Canberra offers up a wealth of stunningly gorgeous, sunny, crisp-shining winter days. Bitter mornings turn, within hours, into endless blue skies, creating days that beg to be delighted in via market adventures and sunny walks with dear friends.
This past weekend, my wondertastic friend and blogger-extraordinaire Helen had a whirlwind visit to Canberra, and asked for my company during her free time on Sunday. Along with her I-can’t-even-comprehend-their-level-of-kitchen-magic friends Mr and Mrs Pig Flyin’, we met at the Southside Farmers Market for chatting, tasting, and meandering. I rekindled my love of roasted chestnuts, bought many Pink Lady apples, and then had the crikey scared out of me by the largest daikon I’ve ever seen.
Photo courtesy of Helen
(Margaret, I dedicate this photo to you and your desire for more of my nincompoop moments on this blog.)
Later in the morning Helen, Mr and Mrs Pig Flyin’, and I headed to the Old Bus Depot Markets, where I confused my stomach by following up a thousand flavoured nut samples (seaweed and wasabi macadamias, oh yes) with chocolate soy chai tea, honey, blue cheese, and fiery-hot chilli sauce samples. I also convinced the three Sydney-siders to partake in Canberra’s ye olde Mulled Wine, which is delicious.
After farewelling Helen with a hug and much happiness to have seen her face, I picked up my beloved E.Moonbeams for a long-overdue catch-up. I have missed E.Moonbeams with all my soul this past month, and dearly wish that, on some alternate plane, we could forever be making coffee, heart-talking, and cavorting together.
As that alternate plane doesn’t exist (to my knowledge), E.Moonbeams and I must settle for regular rendezvous instead. I would like for these to always happen in places of beauty like the Yarralumla Nursery (top photo), where we can drink coffee while sitting in the sun, and then walk across bridges and lakes and golf courses while talkinglaughing. It is important to have days like this to remember how glorious life can be.