What's left of summer's tomato plants still sit sadly in the garden beds. A sad, brown, crumply heap desperately waiting to be pulled out and thrown on the compost heap. A telling sign of neglect on my part, and a little like this space here. Yes, it has been quiet around these parts. And I miss writing in this space and I miss working in my garden too. But there has been so much going on, that at the end of the day I am too tired for words and it's too dark to be in the garden.
At least I'm never too tired for pretty pictures and have been keeping my instagram updated. Unlike the laundry.
This week I'm spending several days at a gorgeous seaside cottage, styling the new Gourmet Farmer cook book. A dream come true to be styling an entire cook book with such a talented group of people. Oh my, it is so much fun, it can hardly be called work. Although sourcing props for 60 odd recipes while prepping 3 000 pork buns and 1000 pork pies for last week's Dark Mofo was actually quite a juggle when I think about it.
Dover, the location, is cold but utterly breathtaking, and I can picture myself happily living in this sweet seaside cottage, safe inside, watching the sea change through its pretty windows. Here are some pictures so you get the idea.
Next week I hope things quiet down a little, except I will be working on a new Festival in the Huon Valley, so it won't really be very quiet at all. There will be fires, costumes, cider and ceremony and me trying to catch up with a huge to do list. I hope I have time for a cider.
It seems those tomato beds will indeed need to wait a little bit longer for some attention. Hopefully I can get to them before it's time to plant next season's crop.