Decamped to Melbourne for a couple of days. Fortified with breakfast, exploring can begin.
breakfast
So much tastier from a pretty bowl
Reading and writing
“This book is for the reader who seeks a language with which to counter the development imperative in our accelerating culture. The various crises we encounter — ecological, economic or psychological — are very much the result of a blinkered philosophy of endless growth and cultural acceleration.”
— from the Introduction to Stand Firm
Definitely words to reflect on and process in my journal (over coffee and an early hot cross bun).
And an image for the Ragtag Daily Prompt | book
Leftovers for breakfast
Wordless Wednesday
Wordless Wednesday
RegularRandom: five minutes contemplating breakfast
The walnut and cranberry sourdough bread I baked a few days ago is still fresh enough not to need toasting, and was perfect with my morning latte.
In the spirit of mindful eating, I’m trying to make food more visually appealing, using our more interesting crockery, and setting the table with a cloth hand-embroidered by my paternal grandmother — whom I never met.
I’m sharing my breakfast contemplation as part of Desley Jane‘s RegularRandom challenge. If you’d like to know more about Five Minutes of Random #regularrandom (or just want to see some great photography), check out Musings of a Frequently Flying Scientist.
Sunday solitude
With all that’s happening in the world, and in my own life, it was nice to take a little time this morning to think, write, watch the wind blow debris all over the lawn — and enjoy breakfast.
A good morning

Coffee, croissant and homemade jam served from my grandmother’s silver jar holder. Image: Su Leslie, 2016
Since the boy-child moved out, my mornings have generally become more leisurely. I can wake according to my body-clock rather than the dictates of Auckland traffic.
Freed from cooking teenager-sized breakfasts, packing lunches and constantly, constantly reminding the boy to HURRY UP, breakfast has become a time for planning and contemplation; a little oasis of calm where I prepare for the day.
I have my grandmother’s silver jam jar holder, and while once I would have thought it ridiculous to use something like that just to hold jam (which, let’s face it, comes in its own jar) I now appreciate not only the simple beauty of the object, but the connection it gives me to the woman whose name I bear, and whom I know only from photographs and my father’s memories.
This post was written for the Daily Post Photo Challenge. This week’s theme is morning.
Six word Saturday: coffee, toast and a good book
Six Word Saturday is a blogging prompt from Cate at Show my Face. Here are some other blogger’s Saturdays that I enjoyed:
http://elainemcnulty.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/six-word-saturday-hectic/
http://retired-not-tired.blogspot.ca/2014/06/six-word-saturday_28.html
http://guidinglighths.com/six-word-saturday-62814/
http://www.ihearthoneytan.com/2014/06/six-word-saturday28-sushi-x-2-II-stamford-bowling.html
http://www.thereoncewasawoman.blogspot.co.nz/
http://whenwordsescape.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/six-word-saturday-62814/
http://katheworsley.blogspot.co.nz/2014/06/saturday-six-words-with-sunday-shadows.html
http://moonlightandmadness.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/6ws-62814/
http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/six-word-saturday-7/
http://rainbowbakery.wordpress.com/2014/06/28/six-word-saturday-hen-do/