Autumnal

Beautiful autumn weather means one thing - the Folk Festival!!! Boiling hot during the day under the big marquees and freezing cold the second the sun goes down. I think I take this picture every year of the trees starting to turn on the driveway in, because it is pretty, and it gives me a happy moment when I make my way to the gates for the first time.

It was a smaller festival this year, but at least it's still going. Lots of music festivals of all stripes have folded since covid - this one is supported by old people (who are the only ones still with discretionary income) so might be a bit more recession proof. Or not. I have no problems with a smaller event without the big international names (I never know who anyone is anyway) and managed to find lots of entertaining acts.

I camped out in the empty Canberra house, which was a bit grim, so I bailed early on Saturday  night and drove the hour back out to Braidwood to sit by the fire and sleep in my own bed. It was very welcome. My husband came back in and we went out to dinner for number one's birthday - which was a wonderful catch up - before cleaning the house again in a fit of optimism that someone might turn up to an open home. No luck yet with selling it, but we are too tired to panic. 

Autumn in the new garden is rather a treat. We had massive rolling thunderstorms all Easter Monday afternoon and Tuesday ... including a tornado! Nowhere near us but it definitely happened, someone put a photo on the local facebook group, which is a cornucopia of such treasures. I went to quilters' again Tuesday morning which was very soothing after the excitement of the weekend, although the quilter's shed/hut/hall leaks a bit, onto the cutting table.