Today, I went with my family to the National Hotel in Laidley for lunch and who should we end up sitting right next to, but Joyce.
Joyce and I have caught up a few times now and today we were talking about this blog and she admitted that she didn't like that I kept describing Little House as a former school house when it was, in fact, a school once upon a time.
So, I'm setting the record straight for you Joyce, lest the local history records be tainted by my words - Little House was a school, not a school house.
Moving on, we've been outside a lot over the last few days. It's been cooler but still sunny and the perfect weather for getting into jobs that were so unpleasant over summer.
I've been working away on this one patch of weeds and long grass for weeks now. Slowly, I'm forcing it back to a point where I can keep it maintained on the mower from now on. Every little bit helps.
The little one has strawberries still firmly on her mind and has to be reminded that not everything growing in the garden can be eaten as is... and also, she likes wearing her boots on the wrong feet.
She's also been checking on the horses for Louise...
...and keeping an eye on the plants for her Mother...
...and is getting sick of being photographed.
The nights are getting cold and the Westerly is starting to get pretty fierce. Winter, here we come.
The afternoons are still pretty lovely, though.