The Bowerbird and The Vegemite

mmm. nice dust. please note inspiration board in background - blank. obviously missing some inspiration, aren't i?

Today my son proclaimed he likes Vegemite more than he likes me. That's tender, isn't it? I mean, at school, I had (and enjoyed) Vegemite sandwiches every day (at my request). I like Vegemite but really it doesn't have anything on my mum.

Maybe boys are different.

I've had a busy day (who doesn't), swimming with Miss Trunchbowl blasting the boys to get in the water (what a treat on a wintery cool day), then zapping off to a meeting. But now I am back in the bower. I am the bird in my bower. Tweet tweet.

It's a quiet this afternoon, except for the occasional buzz of a far off chainsaw, and the quiet chatter of my own train driver directing trains around the track.

Here's one of my newest additions to my bower, via my good friend eBay, welcome Salty & Peppy. A bit worse for wear - but they're cute, aren't they? Try to tell me they're not!

Day 12: Walking:

I completed Day 12 of my walking yesterday. I took the kiddlies off to meet their Daddy at the train station, as well as pop into the post office and rid myself of some clothes I had sold on eBay (Poof! Be gone). Today it's bleak, but we're hoping to hot foot it down that way again. And I might just scatter my seeds while I'm out there (not to be confused with sowing my wild oats).

If you're a keen bean pop over to Meet Me At Mikes and hook yourself up with some walking love too.