For all the obvious reasons, I haven’t felt much like talking about Christmas Cookies in the last few days. But here we are now, on Christmas eve itself, and it seems like Christmas will happen whether we are ready or not, so here goes.
Christmas in Australia, like much of the culture and man of the cultural events here, is a weird little hybrid mix of traditions.
Did any of you guys watch The Secret Garden as kids? It ends with this rather weird magic/dream-like sequence where all the kids try to summon the dad/uncle character by dancing around a campfire, which somehow causes his (dead) wife to come to him in dream form and whisper ‘I’m in the Garden’. Which is my way of sayin, in a long-winded manner, that this post is about the garden. Not really my garden, but the garden of my parents’ affectionately-named ‘Wilson Swamp House’.
I thought I’d flick up some pictures from the wedding of my lovely cousin Ashleigh and her now-hubby Justin. Beware all ye who enter! The following contains an absolute mishmash of photos taken from various cameras and (heavens forbid!) phones. Most photo credit goes to Ariel and Andrew M. Chronology is lost, colours are confused, and many of the dance moves captured below should not be tried at home. Welcome to my family guys!