Week 8, two to go








At church ⛪️ tonight Alfie sat with me. Gorgeous boy


A storm was brewing and this lovely rainbow 🌈 appeared outside my back door. It was teasing us that rain ☔️ may actually come. The wet season has become the dry season. 



Down it comes. It was torrential for 10 minutes which was lovely. It freshened the air and brought some well awaited coolness. This view is along my verandah looking at the next ‘house’





This big guy came for a visit. I have 2 of his cousins still living in my bathroom. They call out every night 
🐸 🐸 


We cook each Thursday. We were making pancakes 🥞. The kids did such a great job and they loved the opportunity to cook. Next week we are making ice cream 🍦 in a bag. Wish me luck!!! 


Time to eat. This was the best part.... but they waited patiently!!


My classroom sporting new artwork. I have had this class now for 3 weeks so it’s a work in progress. 


This is our class Chsrter that we read every morning. 


This lizard 🦎 was keeping the bug 🐛 population down from my lounge room window 


The sky is soooo blue and the dirt soooo red!!


We did some paper mache. The children hadn’t done this before. Some had never heard of it either. 


Unfortunately one of the boys destroyed them all the next day. We will try it again later in the year. 



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