
I take my grandmotherly duties seriously.
“Swim?” Sure. “Sausage roll?” Why not. “Ice cream?” Of course.

Crested pigeons and noisy miners are both abundant in Queensland. This miner apparently thought that the flock of pigeons should move on, and let them know it in no uncertain terms.

There’s a huge Elaeocarpus grandis tree in full flower in the park near my daughter’s house.
This rainforest tree commonly known as white quandong, blue quandong, silver quandong, blue fig or blueberry ash, is endemic to eastern Australia. It is a large tree with buttress roots at the base of the trunk, oblong to elliptic leaves with small teeth on the edges, racemes of greenish-white flowers and more or less spherical blue fruit, which are edible but bitter.
Indigenous Australians ate the fruit raw or buried the unripe fruit in sand for four days to make it sweeter and more palatable. Early settlers used the fruit for jams, pies and pickles. The fruit of E. grandis is eaten by birds, including the wompoo fruit-dove, southern cassowary and Australian brushturkey.
I have a vintage (1940s) Chinese Checkers set that belonged to my mother; the “marbles” are painted quandong seeds. It looks like this one. I am not sure if they are E. grandis seeds as there are at least a couple of dozen trees called quandong.

Next sketch will be from Australia 🙃

The veggie garden’s looking lush and happy, particularly the brassicas, which usually get seriously attacked by aphids and cabbage moths. It’s early days yet, but I’ve got fingers crossed that we get to eat homegrown broccoli and cabbage this year.

I’m making up for the Covid years, and travelling to Australia for the second time in six months. I leave on Sunday afternoon; I’m hoping that most people will have chosen the Super Bowl over travel that day. Five weeks down under, here I come!

I very (very) rarely eat or drink out, but today I had to kill half a day in the city, so I enjoyed a light meal at Breakfast by Salt’s Cure. 💯 recommend the avocado toast.