Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Christmas 2024

I received a beautiful birthday card from my sister. I really don’t want to be 80, though:



My neighbours put up an elaborate wreath on their front door:



Mine was a bit more restrained:



Christmas Day turned out surprisingly chilly, though we had been suffering from ultra high temperatures for the previous few days: (taken on Sunday morning):



Over at Como, we set the table in the garden in the shade. There was a sneaky wind blowing and Rocky had to be persuaded to come outside with us:



The fig tree is starting to bear plenty of fruit. I am determined to save some from the rats this year:



They Meyer Lemon is also producing well:



For our first course we enjoyed blinis with Tasmanian caviar. This has become a tradition for us, but somehow we had forgotten the exact recipe. Ellie was in charge of cooking the blinis and heaped up a generous plateful:



After this we decided it was becoming too windy to stay outside. We moved everything indoors and it was my turn to put on my apron and cook the main course. This was Garlic Prawns from Kailis, served with a pearl barley salad:







Claire had obtained some non alcoholic Sangria from Dan Murphys. It was OK, but personally I was ready for my small bottle of real bubbly!





Then Claire produced her piece de resistance dessert in the form of Tiramisu:



I’ve got a big helping to take home for tomorrow!

What about the pressies?  I took them some fake twinkling candles:



They bought me a lovely silk scarf, made using locally produced dyes of  Eucalyptus, Castor Oil Plant, Robinia and Grevillea Robusta. Leaves have been used for printing. The photos don’t do it justice:



In the afternoon we watched Home Alone on TV and later I took myself home and saw the Royal Carol Service from Westminster Abbey. That’s another Christmas over!

Thursday, December 5, 2024

Juice

If you were a fiction writer and wanted to warn the world about climate change, what would you do? If you saw that science alone was failing to convince people to take action as a matter of urgency? You would use your talent as a writer, in possession of a far-reaching imagination, to spin a yarn that was both credible and frightening. You would write about the effects of global warming years and years into the future, where mankind had to live underground for six months of the year, when the temperature in summer could rise to 50 degrees centigrade. How could the human race survive? Would they survive?

Historical novels tell us more about life in the past than "real" history books. Maybe this fictional glimpse into the future will do the same.