I made this last week and can highly recommend it
Pip's Potato Curry.
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The only problem with sitting outdoors on warm summer evenings.
Middle Bowerbird showing us his self portrait.
Growing his first adult tooth.
Check out those last day of school black rings under his eyes. Utterly exhausted.
The Big Bowerbird cried in the supermarket getting icy poles after her last day of school, it was hot and she was so tired and recovering from a nasty cold, bless her little heart.
Loving the holidays, sleep ins (thanks mum) and slower pace of life.
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In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
Margaret Atwood
“She turned to the sunlight
And shook her yellow head,
And whispered to her neighbour:
"Winter is dead.”
― A.A. Milne, When We Were Very Young