This weekend was a real treat. I guess it all started when my neighbour caught me yelling at the clouds in disbelief on Friday, because to be honest, they were ridiculous.
Perhaps I didn’t need to be standing on my front doorstep and yelling, “CLOUDS! SHUT THE HELL UP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? YOU ARE NOT REAL! YOU ARE RIDICULOUS, CLOUDS! JUST SHUT UP!” and perhaps my neighbour was right to be looking a little confused when I finally realised she was within earshot, but she did a very fine job of taking it all with a grain of salt and waving hello. We’ve not properly met yet.
It was after that happened that I realised I needed some form of in-person social interaction, so I managed to bribe two new acquaintances into coming over for afternoon tea on Saturday. I’m kidding! I didn’t even have to bribe them! They invited themselves! Of course, my house was still almost empty because I am still waiting on my things to arrive from Brisbane (let’s talk backloads and movers in another post) but I did the best I could with what I could and I think I like my new little makeshift coffee table so much that I may just keep it as is.
So I don’t actually have any photos of the lovely ladies that I kept company with on Saturday afternoon, but I’m hoping you’ll meet them in the future in any case. The important thing you need to know about Emma and Liz is that they are both crazy for cats, so we had a lot of cat things to talk about. We also talked about other things. It was a lovely afternoon, and I’m only sad that I didn’t see my neighbour hanging around outside her house at all to notice that I was keeping human company.
And aren’t those flowers beautiful? They’re my second batch of flowers. I’m going to try to keep up a habit of getting some new flowers every fortnight from the Farm Gate market, which I’ll tell you some more about in my next post. My mum bought the first bunch for me as a housewarming gift on our first market voyage; they were calla lilies and bluebells. This time around I got some leucadendrons, irises and… those droopy guys whose name I’ve forgotten. Sorry, droopy guys.