pink cloud

'I fell off my pink cloud with a thud'
- Elizabeth Taylor

little reminders

slowly adding to my veggie patch! Mmmm mmm pretty colours

a beautiful gift from my beautiful Mum who supports my fancy for begonias!

'from little things, big things grow...'

one of my favourite pots (for obvious reasons!) had a hair transplant. this sweet indoor plant seems to be happy in it's new owly home!

new baby basil plant after the last one went all sorts of funky. And not in a good way!

gorgeous new pastel pinky goodness

check out these incredible roses from Mumma & Pappa bear's garden! They smell as wonderful as they look & have been fresh & delightful for days on end.

Car boot sale score :) little bit in love with this one

happy potty projects. I am positively brimming with ideas! It is starting to keep me awake at night!

retro mustard cups? $6? Absolute swoon.

My tomatoes suddenly went bonkers. I am addicted to eating them straight from the plant or popping them in the oven with fresh basil, olive oil & pepper... flavour explosion!

the colour of this hydrangea plant makes me feel happy

more tasty morsels! I'm afraid to say that these have been eaten since their photo shoot ;)

An artists suitcase full of their painterly treasures found at a garage sale for a couple of dollars. I can't stop peering inside & experiencing wafts of inspiration

Life has a knack of keeping us on our toes. Sometimes it takes stark, painful, sorrowful reminders to snap us out of blissful ignorance & realise, to full extent, how painfully lucky we are. 
Short of bombarding you with photos of my family & friends that lately have been making me all kinds of weepy with affection, I felt at a loss as to how I could express this feeling on my blog. So, the other day, I went for a little walk around my humble abode taking snaps of sentimental treasures. I need to do this sometimes when sadness gets the better of my heart.
Go & give someone you love a big kiss on the cheek? It will make you both feel giddy with lovelines. And who doesn't deserve THAT every now & then?
xx Jessie.

beautiful mess

I threw a surprise pary in my backyard last night. The weather was picture perfect, my tiny yard was chocker block with gorgeous people, there was a hum of love & togetherness. Food was had, candles were lit & fairy lights twinkled. Blinking through sleepy eyes at the aftermath the next morning is always a little scary but I felt happy that it was mess from something so delightful. The only plant in my garden that fell victim to lots of bodies squashed into a small space was my begonia which lost a few stems... not bad, I reckon! Now that the excitement is over & the cleaning accomplished, I'm about to nestle into bed with a cuppa & 'The Little Prince'... Bliss!
xx Jessie

it was hot

Mum & Dad often teased me about the fact that, when I was just a pint-sized Jessie Lee, I begun every story I wrote with 'It was hot'. It still gets brought up now! But those exact words seem completely appropriate for this post. We have had a few consistently warm days now & everything seems to have a golden tinge. Although my little shoe-box sixed home is warm enough to melt your toes & the walk to & from work suddenly seems like a sweaty chore, the shampoo is hot when you squeeze it out & the leaves on everything are crispy, I can't help but relish the balmy evenings... the sun soaked tomatoes sprouting in the garden & the opportunity to wear not much more than my ugliest tank top! Summer days like these will forever remind me of running through the sprinkler with my brother & sister, squealing at the shock of cold & making sure to avoid the bees on the grass. Or of homemade iceblocks in plastic holders with a little hole for slurping. Of long lazy visits to my grandparents, my Grandfather sundrying apricots out the back, Nanny sitting beside the fan playing puzzles with us. I can remember fish & chips on the beach, digging holes in the sand that were big enough to sit in, trips to the swimming centre & fresh colourful salds for tea. These are warm, lovely memories in my mind & they trickle back to me as soon as things start to get toasty. 
Although it can be hard to keep the plants in my garden looking lush & green, I spent some time on Saturday, tending to the potted darlings & making sure everything got a good soak. It was also a good excuse to plonk myself at my desk & make some mess. It all looked a bit like this. 

 xx Jessie