Rolling stones is playing, the voices of 8 girls giggly in the hustle and bustle of the kitchen.
The aroma of baked pumpkin and onion fills the air. The warmth of the oven makes the house a cozy warm.
I can't get no satisfaction. I try. And I try. I can't get no. All of the girls just shout in sing songy voices.
Today we spent the day eating. Leafy greens from the garden. Kangaroo steaks and olives. Tea and reading is how we spent our morning. About 1 this Arvo Amiee started banging on the congo drum and Kate and I started our African dancing.
White wine fills my mouth with the left over taste of white chocolate. Kate is showing girls her baby photos and the squeals are so cute to hear.
Aimee's laugh comes from the kitchen and I hear the girls pour more gin and tonic.
As people started to arrive we changed into our bathing suits (aka togs) and headed in to the freezing creek. Mushy dirt and hard unstable rocks beneath our feet made us giggle as we tepidly tip toed deeper and deeper. Dirt squished between our toes making us squeal. Grabbing onto each other we trudge deeper and deeper.
Nuts, breads, and dips. We snack all day. Kate pulls the gin out about 4 pm and we crack open the wines.
As we individually start to cook the food we brought, we all move around each other in the tiny kitchen. Jokes and giggles continue. There are no plans, no directions, no one in charge. We just work around each other helping one another with chopping, shredding, and stirring.
Kate leaves to walk the dog and some of the girls go with her. This gives us moving room in the kitchen. Aimee tells me how to cook her food. Kate comes back to start her pumpkin soup. And teases me about my 'cooking' skills.
We have eaten all the food we've cooked so right now while the girls are setting the table, there isn't much food left. It's rather quite cute.
Aimee Griff and I went star gazing. Aimee found the north star by pointing to the ground beneath us. The milky way is amazing. The stars so bright. We could see mars. And it's orbit with the star gaze app we used to cheat to see the constellations. Boys don't spend the time with me outside gazing at the stars I told Aimee.
It's 8 pm and the girls are talking about how sleepy they are.
Aimee and I were talking last night about how Australia doesn't have a sense of community. Sitting here with strangers to both sides of me, I feel the sense of community that most of the world is missing.
The fire is full blaze and the wood smell makes it seem like a home.
Off here to join the girls who have joined me from the kitchen.
Xoxoxoxox
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