An Optimum Prime Weekend

All over bar the shouting for another year, officially 53, a prime number . . let's hope it's a prime year and it pisses me off no end that I feel about 25. I will be able to watch prime time on digital channels thanks to the gift of a set-top box and my most precious gift this birthday, your kind wishes, three virtual birthday cakes, two e-cards, loads of emails and lots of well wishes on and off the blog. So for someone so forgetful of others' birthdays I am very grateful, thank you - I never really expected anyone to be interested in the banality that is Baino when I first started this blog. I'm continually moved by the sweetness of my commenters, friends and my sister and my best friend Thommo, who never forget a birthday.

My prized pressie was a 50mm lens which is fantastic for close-ups, macros and I am told, night photography. Great for when Adam is playing because I struggle capturing the rock vibe with my existing lens. I think the nicest thing, has been spending quite a lot of time with my children this weekend. I feel weird calling them children because I think of them as my best friends and housemates (except when they're naughty then I'm the fat controller!) Although both have their child-like moments and that's what keeps me young. I managed to catch up with old colleagues/friends on Friday night and we've vowed we won't let another 7 years go by before meeting up again . . I can't get over how quickly the time flies.

Saturday morning, Clare drove, me, Adam and Amy out to meet my sister and her brood at a nursery in North Ryde and shouted us all a fabulous buffet breakfast before a walk through the huge nursery which was more like a mini botanical garden. Lovely place.

Well we started with a few of these little mini-delights . . .



Then had to splosh a load of this on the plate . .


We walked off breakfast and I stretched the new lens' legs . . .this is a tiny native bee . .


The more traditional bees loved the daisies


Then today, we attended the Family Picnic. Special thanks to Adam who drove home from a midnight gig in Canberra, went to bed at 4:45 and fronted up all smiles.


My lovely in laws Betty and Arthur. He's 80 and I'm sorry, but the cutest grandad in the world. Way better than yours. Your glass is never empty! They are wonderful and I'm blessed to have them in my life.

More food!


Feeling a little pogged after a lunch of salad, fresh bread, prawns, ham, chicken . .far too many paddle pops and a caramel mud cake! (Clubbing until 3am had nothing to do with it)


Rejuvenated . . .a game of backyard golf . . .


One of the advantages of living on acreage even if the fairways are a little rough . .Adam has no problem with them.


Can you spot the obstacles . . whoever hits the dog or a horse has to feed them . . .

Finished with . . no . . not a rubbish collection but a mini golf course . .but then you knew that!


All in all, a lovely weekend. Thank you darlings for your lovely gifts and to my dear friends for their kind wishes.