I walked an hour to get a bakery item. Well, strictly speaking I only walked 15 minutes for said item because I usually go for a 30-45 minute walk each morning anyway, and the walk to The Bakery only requires about another 15 minutes. But for this particular bakery item I would walk a full hour if necessary. We do have a car but that morning I decided to combine purposes of exercise and getting the object of my confection addiction into one. As it turned out it was more of a sensory experience than I’d planned.
Tired of listening to my usual podcasts I decided to listen to an ebook I bought a while back. Michael Caine’s ‘Blowing the Bloody Doors Off’ was a good choice, interesting, entertaining and you get to hear his great voice as well. Might have been a strong undercurrent message with that title and my mood…
The thermometer read 6C, a see-your-breath nippy morning! I rugged up and took off a bit after 7am before I had a chance to change my mind. On the way out the door I grabbed the bird seed and fed the birds as well. I wondered if there were so many of them because word had spread of my heroic effort to save a young crested pigeon the day before. It had been attacked by a large crow and was traumatised as well as minus a few tail feathers, so for a few hours I watched over it and then when it suddenly came good I opened the box and it flew under the eave on the front verandah and finally off into the warm afternoon. So all his relatives may have come to thank me by eating my seed? Hmmm. Never mind, my heart is warm.
Early morning is a beautiful time of the day in late May. The sun is just coming up and casts long shafts of golden light between the shadows of the trees along the Todd River bed. So I paused often to photograph it for potential painting ideas.
Recently it was Don’s turn to procure our weekly multi-grain sourdough loaf and to get each of us a sweet treat only to find my favourite almond croissant wasn’t available that day. I settled for a piece of his pistachio scroll. Life is torturous at times. I’ve been trying to hold off having the almond beauty to only every few weeks. That way my jeans still fit and it remains a much anticipated treat and doesn’t get old hat. Who wants to eat an old hat, I ask you?
The last time Don was at The Bakery a lady in front of him asked for an almond croissant and then asked if they would shake it so that the sugar and almonds on the top fall off before they put it in the bag. If you were that person, forgive my judgment but what were you thinking??? First of all, the marzipan filling would still mean there was almond and sugar in it, and secondly, couldn’t you do that yourself and save the hurt feelings of the poor baker who had been up since 2am baking such a heavenly treat as would make angels weep? Honestly, is it any wonder there are people like me who embrace their introversion…rhetorical question, does not need answering.
After a small bowl of fruit and yogurt studded with a couple of tablespoons of homemade granola, I carefully removed 1/3 of the croissant to finish my repast. Another third of it was consumed with a cup of tea mid-morning, and the final third was my dessert that evening after a bowl of lentil soup. Left to my own devices, I do live wild and loose.
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I received this post in its usual good form. I’ve heard of recent WordPress tweaks but my version is working much the way it alwys does [and doesn’t…]. I’m looking forward to eventually taste testing The Bakery almond croissant with its toppings intact -and the other person’s as well if I should be so fortunate-against the current best ever from Baker D. Chirico in St Kilda. How fortunate you are to have a good bakery within walking distance, a sensible collaboration, as is portioning the treat over the day, or sharing as we do.
I imagine your crested pigeons behave much the same as ours… they know when they’re on a good thing -especially a champion such as yourself- but they are beautiful and so we allow them their due of chook and finch food they deem their share. Diesel, every now and then however, reminds them they are guests.
Wild and loose… I like your style.
Yes, I think the crested pigeons are a permanent fixture here. Even the days when I’m late feeding them they circle back around and find it. And even after we’ve been away it only takes them a day or two to visit again. I don’t mind, I really enjoy them. They are not aggressive and they are so funny–look like little aliens! Yep, I’m wild and loose…about like a small kitten 😆
The photo of the golden grass in the early morning sun stole my heart! How wonderful to see such beauty on your daily walks. (I really want to see the painting you make of it.)
My Fella has a fondness for almond croissants, and I have to have the corner, to make sure it is all okay and up to standard 😊.
My advice to anyone is if you find a place reputed to make a good almond croissant, try it! I’ve had some success with the light and grasses in paintings lately so I will probably give this one a try soon and I’ll share it if it is worthy! Don’t want to annoy my readers! Thanks Anne.
Your gorgeous photo of the morning sun is much like what we see here on a sunny morning with the light filtering through woodland trees. All the world is magical in morning and evening sun.
I love, “wild and loose”. It is exactly as the wild critters live. I suppose it is why I love this life, being so immersed in nature.
Thank you Lori. I’ve been trying to capture that morning sun in a couple of paintings this week and it isn’t easy! The ‘wild and loose’ comment was a little tongue in cheek because I’m a pretty tame person, really, but for the passed week while my husband has been away I’ve found myself feeling much looser and less tied to routine so I guess it is all relative! xx
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