Chutney Club at the farm was like an exhibition of woolens. Hand knits. Some nice beanies on our littlest members, and a really nice one on our pinkest member. Ha. Even the dogs were chewing on hayseeds.
Our charming host with the most, including chairs and fire and fresh air for 15 people, farmer Don.
And lastly, I made lilly pilly jam. I went native - and I was a little surprised at how few people know what Lilly Pillies are. They are falling off trees all over town, weird spongey little things. Delicious.