Lessee, the computer tells me it’s 5pm on March the 12th. Which means that in Australia, it’s lunchtime on Saturday the 13th.

Yesterday was such a treat for me! Janette took me to the yarn stores she frequents, (Marc drove. DH, that prince of a fellow, rode along and smiled.
Sheep in the wool shop

Then we drove to a charming restaurant / shop set in the middle of a park, where we met Rose Red and Grandma Flea for lunch. The poor boys sat at one end of the table and applied themselves to their excellent food, and we women chattered on as if we’d been neighbors for years. It was SO wonderful!! As you can see, Rose red is blooming!


After that, we stopped by a market and picked up some prawns and some meringues for pavlovas, then finished up the day at Janette’s daughter’s house. We met the three grandkids, who are enchanting little imps. The little girl is six and the twin boys are 4 and if you could tap off and bottle their energy, you could run the Western US for a week. Then “Daddy” came home and we had an Aussie barbecue. They put prawns on the barbie for me. (and steak. And sausages for the kids) It was deelicious!! I practically ate myself into a stupor.

Then the floor show started. The Kookuburras arrived. CJ and Jody just put in a glass fence to fence off their pool. the kookuburras like to swoop across the yard, and CJ is such a grand housekeeper that she even keeps her glass fence sparkling clean.


So the young birds, who just can't seem to figure this out, repeatedly swooped in and smacked into the glass fence. This guy sat on the ground for about twenty minutes, trying to make sense of it all.



**SIng**
Kookuburra sitting on the old swing set,
eating all the sausages the kids ain't et.
Laugh kookuburra, laugh kookuburra
You'll figure this out yet.