So right now you are either groaning with disgust or drooling. This was our breakfast this morning, a wet, cold, long weekend Sunday morning. Bacon, asparagus fresh of course and blanched perfectly, sauteed mushrooms, fresh from our own chickens eggs, (nothing better believe me) and hollandaise sauce. Coffee, juice and the crunchiest, yummiest rolls topped with pumpkin seeds delish. Does it get any better than this, really? I think not.
So this weekend is the Queen's Birthday weekend, why we celebrate in June is beyond me since the Queen's birthday is in April, but we do and let's face it Aussies love a long weekend. So to get into the British spirit of the occassion, we had a somewhat British fry up Aussie style of course and this afternoon we will be sipping on some mulled wine. Hmm now I have never had mulled wine but I have wanted to for a long time now. I've found the recipe and tonight is the night. I hope it lives up to my expectations.
Now for something completely different, a cemetery walk. After our drive to the Bunya's last weekend, we stopped at the cemetery where my husband's grand parents and uncle are buried. It took us a long time to find their graves and while we looked I discovered some interesting headstones. Some quite elaborate like this one and some quite forlorn.
It made us think about what we wanted when our time comes. Burial or cremation? My dad was cremated, his wishes and my sister spread his ashes over the waters of his favourite fishing spot, Morton Bay. Adrian's parents are both buried in town at the lawn cemetery. Lucas is buried at the same cemetery in the children's section. We decided we both would probably prefer to be cremated. I don't want my children to feel tied to a town because we are buried there. I don't want to be one of the graves that in years to come is broken and grown over and forgotten.
While I love the history and stories that cemetery's tell, I don't think I want to be laid to rest in one. I think I would prefer to be buried under a rose bush or a Jacaranda tree.
This particular cemetery has the graves of many soldiers, too young to have died in a war, too young to have lost their lives fighting for our freedoms. Anzac day was in April and the poppies still remain to remind us of the lives lost in battle.
So today I am reminded that life is short and I need to love well those around me, be caring and be someone that brings happiness and joy and love into people's lives. It's not always easy but I think it's worth the effort.
Oh and you know how I have been teaching myself to do some digital scrapping and art stuff, well here is a little thing I have been playing with. A gorgeous digital pack from Lorie Davison she has the most amazing digital packs available and her stuff is pure fantasy and beauty, so whimsical. Go over and check her out really amazing.
So off now to make some beef and mushroom pies hmm gotta love a long weekend.