Voices in the Forest

2001 and 2003 in Canberra were marked by bushfires.  Everyone has heard of the 2003 fires in which 4 lives and over 500 homes were lost.  But they were eerily forecast over Christmas in 2001 when bushfires made it into the heart of the city, destroying the pine forest that divided the city in half.

There was much debate over what to do with this land.  It really is prime real estate, and many arguments were fought, till in the middle of a drought it was decided to plant an arboretum on it.  Yes, we had no water and everything that had previously been there had burned down, but the government decided to go ahead and plant trees.  Many people are still highly skeptical of this idea, but I can see that given 50 years or so and the arboretum is going to be truly magnificent.  It will feature 100 forests of different types of trees.  There will be function centres, it will provide a permanent home for Floriade and will no doubt be the best spot around for a picnic.

But for now it is still a construction site.  Many of the forests have been planted, but the trees are tiny, it takes a lot of vision to see something like this come to pass.  However bearing in mind how long it is going to take to come to maturity, there has to be a time when it starts to be used, and while there have been open days, last Saturday saw the official first major event - Voices in the Forest.

S and I took Mum and Dad as an early Christmas present to the concert which featured a fantastic line up of singers.  Anne Sofie von Otter the Swedish mezzo-soprano was the headliner, but she was more than ably supported by Louise Page, Henry Choo, Christina Wilson and a massed choir of local students.

I would say that the first half of the program was a little heavy on the show tunes (and I like show tunes!) and it definitely took them awhile to get the sound right, but the second operatic half of the program was lovely.

The Arboretum features a natural amphitheater which over time will have properly terraced seating, but for now consisted of beach chairs on the slope and a temporary stage.  We (like nearly everyone else) brought a picnic to enjoy during the concert as well as a heap of sun protection, those tiny trees are a long way from providing any shade.  In fact the orchestra and singers needed to wear sunglasses while they performed.

S and I are possibly some of the whitest people on earth and our sun protection ended up being a little inadequate which resulted in me draping S in a multicoloured sarong.  It may not have been the best look but he wasn't sunburned at the end of it!

Being the first event there were some teething problems, trying to get large numbers of people into and out of the venue showed up the limitations in the road system and I do hope that when the amphitheater is terraced they will get some more comfortable chairs, but it was a wonderful evening and a great first event to be a part of.

Happy Accidents

Sometimes a random series of events occur that result in a happy accident.

I usually have a handful of nuts as my morning tea.  Generally I'm careful to select raw, or at least unsalted nuts but a super sale price led to an impluse buy of some delicious salted cashews.  Because I'm useless at stopping eating nuts if I have them straight from the packet I always put them in a little dish for portion control.

My other usual snack is some form of chocolate mid-afternoon.  At the moment I'm completely in love with these freeze dried, chocolate covered blueberries.  Anyway, again I could easily eat a whole packet in one sitting, so I poured out a few into the dish which had previously held my cashews - and in which remained remnants of the salt - resulting in salted chocolate blueberries.

We all know salt is a flavour enhancer but I often forget how it can enhance sweets.  All I can say is salted chocolate blueberries are incredibly addictive.  Never fear I'm not going to suddenly end up with a salt addiction but it did remind me that I should experiment a bit more with the interesting ways that you can enhance flavours.

Coincidences

So you know that I love all things girly.  Flouncy skirts, pretty flowers, bows and ribbons, puppies and kittens.  All that stuff.  But did you know I also really love scary movies, particularly those featuring zombies and vampires.  Yay for contradictions.

That said I am a total wimp and will only watch such things in S's company.  Which provides significant amusement for him as I watch large sections through my fingers or curled up with my face half hidden in his shoulder.  Such scary stuff must always also be followed by a comedy before bed, lest my highly vivid imagination decide to give me a night filled with stunningly real zombie adventures.

So it was with much excitement that I informed S I had just read about a new zombie TV series "The Walking Dead".  Ok, I know it isn't really new, audiences have been enjoying it for two years now, but just as I would hope the real zombie invasion would work out, our island continent seems to have missed out.

Now if you remember zombie viewing must be followed by comedy, so I had also suggested that we watch a fantastic old(ish) British series called "Teachers" as S had not seen it.  With both series ready to go, we got set for a weekend of scaring ourselves (well myself) silly followed by laughter.

However as the first scene of "The Walking Dead" filled the screen I realised that in a weird coincidence we had picked two shows, made years apart and in separate countries with the same lead actor, Andrew Lincoln.

Somewhere along the way, the irresponsible teacher had turned into a zombie fighting sheriff, quite a cool transformation if I do say so myself.

If you like a good zombie story, then get hold of "The Walking Dead".  It really is brilliant, very well made, great stories, excellent acting and I seriously hope they have been getting all the awards for makeup.

But if you prefer a story about a group of irresponsible young teachers trying to figure life out while random and crazy stuff happens in the background, "Teachers" is for you.

Either way, you get to enjoy the talents of Andrew Lincoln, and I have to say, whether fighting of zombies or high school students he makes some pretty enjoyable viewing.

Surprises

Not the actual surprise flowers, there wasn't time to take a photo.  These are some from last year

Do you know what is better than getting a suprise - giving a surprise!

My garden is bursting with roses.  They have been teasing me with buds for weeks but the last few days of hot weather (I have a feeling it is going to be a long hot summer) has coaxed them out en mass.  One of the brilliant things about roses is that cutting them actually encourages more flowers, so I love to fill my house and those of my family with them.

My parents were away this weekend and I knew that they would arrive home this afternoon to a hot, shut up house.  So this morning, I got up early enough to pick a large bunch of gorgeous fresh roses, head over to their house and open it up so that it would be cool, fresh and fragrant when they arrived home.

Of course the art of the surprise is keeping it, which should be easy, except that for various reasons I spoke to my parents multiple times throughout the day.  However I did manage to resist spilling the beans which meant they could come home to a lovely suprise.  Well the flowers were a lovely surprise, unfortunately I'd put the airconditioning on too low and managed to freeze them - I guess it is the thought that counts!

Happy Friday!

Things that are making me happy today

Mango and strawberry with a squeeze of lime - mmmmmm.

Sunny skies and the promise of a hot weekend.

Jeans!  Dresses are fantastic but yay for jeans.

My new super comfy Joanne Mercer shoes.

Finding a mini mars bar in my desk drawer (although only the wrapper now remains as evidence!).

I hope you are having a happy Friday too.

Shopping lessons I've learned

If you haven't worked it out by now, I love clothes, shoes and all those many varied accessories.  So it is therefore probably not surprising that I also love shopping.  I'm not really one of those people who can shop for endless hours, I prefer brief encounters with the shopping centre, an hour or two and I'm done.  Still that has resulted in me coming to learn a number of important lessons over the years.  They include:

If you aren't quite sure about something you've tried on and are wishing you had someone there to give you a second opinion - it isn't right, don't buy it.

The only size 10 shoes that end up on sale are truly ugly.  If you love the pretty shoes that are miraculously in stock, buy them, they won't last till sale time.

If you didn't buy something but you keep thinking about it - go back and get it.

And finally

If you find something that fits really well, is flattering and comfortable - buy it in all the colours.

I'm still learning this one, gosh I wish I'd bought more pairs of my perfect fitting black pants.  But I am learning so today I went and bought a second pair of the truly fantastically comfortable ballet flats that S bought me for my birthday.  He got them for me in cream, I now have them in black and they are seriously so comfy it is almost like wearing slippers - slippers that are office appropriate!

What shopping lessons have you learnt?

November 1 and I'm still frocking up

It is the first of November and I'm wearing ... a frock!  I know, several people have already informed me that I no longer have to wear dresses, I think they are missing the point that I'm still allowed to wear them when I want to, they are just no longer compulsory.

Anyway, while today is the first of November it is also Melbourne Cup day.  For those international readers (I know there are a few), the Melbourne Cup is a horse race that has somehow attained the status in Australia as the race that stops the nation.  Melbourne gets a public holiday, everywhere else office productivity drops as people pop out to place a bet, office sweeps are conducted, lunches are held as are hat competitions and many other diversions.  My office isn't big into all those things but we will stop to watch the race and I always insist on wearing a fascinator.  I love hats but they make answering the phone difficult, so a fascinator is the practical office option for cup day.

Anyway even if the rest of the crew doesn't get into the spirit of the day, I like to dress up, which for me most definitely involves wearing a dress and a giant flowery/feathery thing on my head.

This is a shot from last year, hence the different hair style but you can get a better idea of my giant flowery headwear, ideally suited to the office environs.