25 March 2008
Easter is the nicest time of year to visit my parents, when the leaves are turning and the days are crisp and clear. It’s a chance to visit Mollydale Knits and indulge in some handspun local wool.
And then pop next door to Barking Dog Gallery to see another talented woman and her beautiful ceramics.
:: crackle glaze bowl by Christine Ball (that yellow thing is a quince, grown by my father)
Pears and Granny Smiths from my father’s trees, red apples from the wild tree that grows by the road into town.
And I can’t leave without my mother pressing me to accept homegrown tomatoes, silverbeet, and a slab of cranberry cake. Yum! With all that abundance, there’s no need for chocolate.
Well, maybe just a little.