My sister, who often receives comments about how much she looks like my mum, called in for a cuppa this morning before her 6 hour drive home. We sat outside in my garden, literally in my garden bed, on a log in the sun, and drank coffee and chatted about kids, and her new book club book. For some of the hour or so that my gorgoues family visited, I made my nieces smile nicely with their mother, and
used my new camera to capture the beautiful moments of me demanding they smile (I did worn my famly and friends, when I was gifted my new camera that I needed to get my monies worth so they would be saying cheese alot).
She lives in South West Queensland on a cattle property, almost at the end of a long dirt road. This dirt road is two hours from any major town. The dirt road is located in a small knit community. We have driven this
dirt road numerous times, during droughts, flood, summer and winter. When we go over the last grid, we all crane our necks to see who is the first one to see the house.
Once a month my sister travels down this dirt road and drives for another hour to her book club. I love her commitment to book club. There have
been numerous stories I have heard from her book club. The one I remember the most is when she accidently hit a cow on the way to enjoy conversation about the book and a glass of wine. I tried book club once. It was with some of the parents from the school
my boys go to. I hated the book, but loved the wine on the deck and hearing other book club members take on the book.
This month my sister and her reading posse are engrossed in – The Language of Flowers, the first novel by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. I downloaded it
today and am loving the style of writing. Definitely my type of book. Will keep you updated on what I think.
End of day 38
My Saturday night dinner dates, were an absolute hoot to spend my half an hour work break with.
Going to make a nightly ritual of disgusting coffee and eat arnotts biscuits, before I finish work.