The Greek Gods

School plays. Class Mum. Greek Custard pie.

Why write the recipe when it’s already written? Jealousy points. Class Five. Wear your toga…except it’s 4c out.

Little almond cakes recipe below

Mini Almond Cakes


6 egg whites

185g butter (melted)

125g almond meal

240g icing sugar

75g plain flour

1tsp vanilla

flaked almonds (reserve for decorartion)


  1. mix it all together in a bowl (except flaked almonds), and portion into small cup cake sized pans that have been well greased.

  2. top with flaked almonds

  3. bake 190c for 12-15mins until cooked.

  4. don’t sprinkle with more icing sugar for gods sake, nobody likes that powdery mess.

  5. take advantage of the fridge.

When you can't see yourself but you can see...

“The precious moments of life are too rare, too valuable to be forgotten when they have passed; we should hoard them as a miser hoards his gold, and bring them to light and rejoice over them often. We should all of us have a treasury of happy memories to sustain us when life is unbearably cruel, to brighten the gloom a little, to be stars shining through the darkness.” 

Alfred Wainwright


“Come with me into the field of sunflowers is a better line than anything you will find here, and the sunflowers themselves far more wonderful than any words about them”

Mary Oliver


Ordinarily, I go to the woods alone, with not a single

friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore 


I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds 

or hugging the old black oak tree. I have my way of 

praying, as you no doubt have yours. 

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit

on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, 

until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost

unhearable sound of the roses singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love

you very much.” 

Mary Oliver

Five Minutes in the Backyard

The Journey

One day you finally knew

what you had to do, and began,

though the voices around you

kept shouting

their bad advice --

though the whole house

began to tremble

and you felt the old tug

at your ankles.

"Mend my life!"

each voice cried.

But you didn't stop.

You knew what you had to do,

though the wind pried

with its stiff fingers

at the very foundations,

though their melancholy

was terrible.

It was already late

enough, and a wild night,

and the road full of fallen

branches and stones.

But little by little,

as you left their voices behind,

the stars began to burn

through the sheets of clouds,

and there was a new voice

which you slowly

recognized as your own,

that kept you company

as you strode deeper and deeper

into the world,

determined to do

the only thing you could do --

determined to save

the only life you could save. 

Mary Oliver

Autumn Fungi

An Autumn walk and treasures abound. Take the time to see what you can find.

Each find a beautiful transient delicate gift.  




Take the time to awaken your curiosity.


What do you smell out here in the bush? 


Where do they mostly grow? Take some time at the library to research Fungi. Write a poem or do a drawing.  Fascinating!