We are tending to take more notice on our one hour of exercise a day structure in Melbourne for now. I keep finding treasure in the many gardens and such adorable little and biggish homes I pass. Homes that must be filled with a vast array of stories that could fill a book. I think these little homes and gardens are exuding warmth, cosy and love in buckets; I feel it as I pass by. I’ve picked flowers (trying to be discreet) from these blooming gardens and have started the process of pressing them in many old books. What joy I am making with my miniature artworks and pressed flowers…