On Saturday, B and I woke up super early and drove to Orange for the weekend, mostly because one of my friends was christening her daughter, but also because we haven’t been to Orange since Christmas and my younger sister was there with her daughter, Cordelia, so we thought it would be nice to catch up.
B and I spend a lot of time discussing city versus country, having both lived in small country towns and the urban planning horror of Sydney and while the city is where we’ll be for some time yet, when we drove up Mum and Dad’s driveway, we met this guy:
It was amazing how close he let us get in the car and we hung out for a while, pondering one another. Turns out he’s a super old ‘roo and has been hopping around the paddocks for a few months now and Mum and Dad have decided to let him retire there and see out his old age like a funny old bachelor who just drops by for a meal now and then.
Besides the great expanse of land and the brilliant wildlife, another draw of Orange is the amazing local food and we went to a place called The Agrestic Grocer on the outskirts of town. It was jam packed with delicious produce, from local veggies and wine to blood orange cordial and herbs and spices. We had lunch, part of which was a delicious iced chocolate, served rustic-style!
Sunday marked the first time in probably ten years that I have darkened the doorway of the Catholic church affiliated with three of the Catholic schools I went to, an event made even more strange by the fact that my friend teaches with a lot of the women who taught me in infants and primary school and for the whole christening, I sat behind my year three teacher, wondering how she still looked so young, and resisting the urge to tell her that I not only know how to spell ‘Sydney’ now, but that I also live there.
The rest of our weekend was spent with family, most notably Cordelia, the only woman I won’t chastise for spewing on me, because she’s adorable and talks loudly to herself at 3am and has eyelashes so long they reach her eyebrows and perpetually looks like she thinks you’re an idiot. I love her times one million.
When we left, we came upon our friend, sleeping in Mum’s garden. He slowly rose to his feet to farewell us as we made our way back to the city.