Passion is a word that's been bandied around a lot lately, and I can totally see why.
We've been in Robe over the weekend. I've been dead quiet on the social web, because no wifi, well not any free wifi anyway. Isn't that a bummer.
I just think wonderful small towns like this would benefit from having a free wifi hotspot. Imagine that free wifi as free advertising for the towns seaside charm, great dining and shopping. It equals tourists, economy boosting visitors to the fabulous Limestone Coast.
Maybe it's just me being miffed, that I can't afford the extra costs to run my phone on wifi when I'm not at home.
On Saturday we came across a gathering of locals and community leaders, the first in South Australia, to declare their community 'gasfield free'. A stand against unconventional gas mining and fracking in the Limestone Coast.
A man stood, quite emotional, as he spoke. He was passionate. Passionate about keeping our area fracking free. Passionate about his community.
We need passionate people. Passionate people are leaders. Passionate people get things done. They make noise. They share their passion, until other people start to care, to become passionate too.
I love our coastline. It is fabulous.
I love our farmlands. They are fabulous, precious. Beautiful.
I love this land of ours. I do believe it is worth protecting from contamination. It is worth protecting for our future generations, locals and visitors alike, of our gorgeous part of the world.
Have you heard of the 'Lock the gate' campaign?
...ooOoo...
I always knew I wanted to be just like my mum.
I now know it wasn't to have a tribe of kids. Three keep me busy enough. The worry, the guilt, the days when I could no longer stand to hear them fighting or yell out 'mum' one more time.
As Mum put it over the weekend(and now I am older, with my own kids, I totally get it), "You kids were a mob of arseholes. But I love you all and wouldn't have had it any other way."
Besides the tribe of kids, Mum had 5 under six by the time she was 24, I remember she was always cooking something. Well she had to I suppose, all we'd all starve!
Bread, biscuits, cakes, soups, roasts, scones, even the jam! I realise now, this is why I wanted to be like mum.
I find myself now loving to cook for my family and friends. I am by no means a master chef, but I love testing out cooking new cuisines, flavours and trying new ingredients. If only my kids enjoyed eating it!
This blog from the outset has included recipes. Not fancy, flash or fantastic. Just humble, good, simple tasting food. I love to share it, love to see people enjoying it.
I dream of buying a garden, ready established, with a spacious cottage. A cottage with an open fire, where after walking around the garden patrons would sit and enjoy simple, tasty, comforting food and hospitality.
I would also just about have to win x-lotto for this to happen.
They say don't let go of your dreams, work towards them. I won't be racing towards my dream. I will dawdle along, enjoy my gardening, and cooking for family and friends, because I never know what could be around the corner.
