Winter energy

I hibernate through the hot months and start wanting to make things as the weather gets cooler.

 I found some interesting materials over summer, washed and sorted them and now, of course, I have to include them in various quilts.

Last night I got out the unfinished quilts (all of them) and began to get organised.

Greenhouse dog

It's getting cold here, winter is just around the corner and the dog needs a daytime shelter.

I set up my old, placcy greenhouse,strengthened with duct tape, wedged in between the fence and the wheelie bin.
It's windproof and rainproof with visibility all round.

I had to sit in it awhile with Mr Pip before he decided it was acceptable.

(Yes, it was a tight squeeze)

Don't be fooled by that look, Mr Pip loves his greenhouse.

the lake at autumn's end

Lake Wendouree was a pearly shell of bright water and reflected clouds, when we walked around it this evening.

Click on the photos for a full view

Then, just as the sun went down, everything glowed orange and gold.

The dog almost caught a rabbit and he almost caught a duck (he was on a leash), and swaggered home content.

Carousel

I worked  over Heritage Weekend, talking to people about finding things in archives and  having quite a good time. I heard lots of stories.
Going out for a beath of chilly air, I saw this magical carousel, too small for me, sadly.

I found groceries I haven't seen since I was a kid on the shelves of the Sebastopol Historical Society's stall.

I got some free fantails (middle jar, front row) from the kindly stall holders.
I have to say, as a snowball fan, those snowballs front right are the coarser, hard-shelled kind. I like these best.

The Ballarat library collected lolly stories and childhood memories from everyone. 

Catch them on the library's website, and other cyber places.

(With thanks and apologies to Joni Mitchell) 

...and the seasons, they go round and round, 

and the painted ponies go up and down,

we're captives on the carousel of time....