It’s the last day of Winter today, but really, the past few weeks have been “Sprinter”; some days warm, some days chilly, while the season transitions.
I’m feeling a bit Sound of Music with this post. Everything is reminding me of the lyrics from My Favourite Things.
We may not have had raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, but the past few weeks of Winter we’ve had snowdrops on boys on toboggans and whiskers on Spider Boy. Instead of cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels we’ve seen cream coloured Labradors, and while we didn’t eat any deep-fried camembert balls, we’ve thought about them.
Winter is one of my favourite things and now it’s time to give it a big ol’ farewell.
The new donut and coffee shack (on the slope) wasn’t open yet, but the cafe at the bottom of the hill was and we enjoyed the massive open fire where we toasted marshmallows that were practically pillow-sized. The wood fired pizza was very good, but this place gets crowded at lunchtime (being the only food place in the area) so we did have to wait rather a long time for it.
The next day we all enjoyed the art at the National Gallery…
After numerous warnings to the boys to be careful about not getting too close to the art, I managed to set off the alarm after getting to close to a Monet. I did the same thing on my last visit when I got too close to Blue Poles.
Back in Sydney I caught up with my friend Nadia who I’ve known since school days. We had a drink at the Green Park in Darlinghurst, then moved onto the pop-up bar “The Chalet” where the highlight for us was a random 80s ski movie playing mutely on a big screen. We recognised none of the actors… where was the king of 80s ski movies, John Cusack? (star of Better Off Dead, and the retro classic Hot Tub Time Machine)
Despite promising ourselves a deep-fried camembert ball, we just had a drink and popped next door to Lil’ Darling for dinner, but it was so full of Hens parties, we were forced to flee to the nearest Thai place. We were told we could eat there as long as we were out by 10pm as they had to set up for a cooking class in the morning. So after our Pad Thai we just decided to call it a night and vowed we would return to “The Chalet”. We haven’t.
The rest of Winter has passed in a haze of coffee (me), hot chocolate (Spider Boy) and cronuts (me) …
Winter beach visits…
…where Spider Boy had plenty of room to practice his Ninja Turtle moves.
Sprinter has graced us with her presence, as evidenced by the magnolias blooming outside our kitchen window.
Spider Boy visited his old pre-school for a fundraiser (to raise money after the centre was disgustingly vandalised).
We visited the Sydney Dog Lovers show for some puppy inspiration…
And of course no event would be complete without the obligatory silly-photo board and face-painting!
Here’s to the delights of a new season, wherever you are.