I’ve just found out how to correct the date on blog posts so that they keep local time for eastern Australia. It’s late winter here, and after family visits yesterday and church this morning the cold wet weekend is almost over.
Can’t babyseeds can be the most unpredictable, contrary, mischievous, exasperating things – just like the cute bundles they grow into? They seem to take root when least expected. But when a couple most want a baby, that’s just when they won’t behave. I guess that down the ages folks have been using the most embarrassing tricks to either keep those wrigglers out, or help them to where they’ll do the most good. Tricks that often remain the most secret of family secrets. There’s a story on this theme that I hope to finish tomorrow, from the viewpoint of a young woman of my grandmother’s generation in a small country town (Australian, of course).