Sparrow Lorelei photo gallery

Sparrow explores Laurelwood farm, 14-20 November, 2009

Sparrow arrives at the farm. OK, so that's Grandma, but where is this place? And look at all this stuff I've not chewed on yet!

Playing the big piano. Love the hands and the joyously enthusiastic smile that says "Check this out! Did you see this! And this!"

I have been pedalling the pianola and singing. Sparrow thought the music was amazing, and then kept right on playing along.

Sitting on her Grandpa's chair in the music corner, near my grandma's music books, the pianola rolls and the random musical instruments pile (many but not all of them mine :-).

Admiring the old orchid and the new tiles by the front door.

Where is Sparrow now?

On her great-grandmother Ruth's rocking chair. I think Ruth wove the rug that Sparrow is sitting on, and that is her spinning wheel and little loom.

Testing out the rocking horse. It's a lovely horse, though she's a little too small for it yet. She thought the textures were quite intriguing, though she couldn't fit the whole thing in her mouth. Mum bought this horse just recently from the woodworkers gallery down at Youngsiding, and we'll probably still have it when Sparrow has grandchildren.

Enjoying the view out to the Porongorups north and the wind farm east, next to her Grandpa's white climbing rose.

A walk around the farm leads us to the Rock.

My attempt to get a photo of Sparrow and a camellia flower in the same shot and in focus. Getting her looking at the flower at the moment I pressed the button was one thing too many to do all at once.

All of us are going on a walk to the stone fruit orchard, hopefully between rainshowers (if we don't dawdle). Sparrow is riding in the stroller, which doesn't push very well so it's a bit 4WD over the bumps in the orchard -grin-. This isn't an aimless walk, we have a destination in mind....

The early mulberry tree. Sparrow discovered mulberries.

It was a happy discovery. Ah, success.

Visiting the greenhouse, while the overhead water was running. Sparrow loved it, found the overhead sprinklers just great and was curious about all the hanging plants. I have her rugged up and hooded in the new jacket, and wearing a pair of my socks at Mum's suggestion - my socks reach her knees and so they actually stay on. All baby socks should be this long.

Out working in the grapes. They need new trellises, preferably of shorter length than the existing half-fallen-over ones, which involves working out which grapes are where and how far apart we need to put the posts. That involves putting in stakes. Which requires a maul.

The inscription on the stone reads "Tammy Oct 1977". It's a bit hard to make out, but that's an impression of my footprint when I was three years old, there between Sparrow's feet. She's got a bit to grow. I should have put her next to her uncle Christopher's footprint, which was taken at about the age she is currently I think, but it's very faded and hard to see now.