Easter Friday

I started reading a new book last night, called 'Remembering Joseph', by Mark L. McConkie, (son of Elder Bruce R.) I think I am going to really enjoy it. Although I am barely into the first chapter, I enjoyed reading the introduction very much, as I thought the writing was more than usually intelligent and truthful. (It is a collection of personal recollections of those who knew Joseph Smith.)

My mother, (along with Abby and James, and Bethany), attended a Passover meal at the home of our friends, Hazel and Neville last night. Hazel is Jewish; she has been a member of the church for over 40 years, but she honours her heritage each year by sharing a Passover meal with a group of people they have invited over. It's a very interesting night.

Before going out, Mum sat out in the back yard for a while, enjoying the forest behind our fence. She even managed to spot a koala high up in one of the trees not far from our property line.

Then this morning at a family breakfast in Daisy Hill Forest, close by our home, Mum enjoyed hand-feeding one of the almost tame walabies (a small kangaroo), there.

For the rest of the day - we all did some yard work together for a couple of hours, enjoyed a lamb pot roast for lunch, then went into the city to check out the South Bank markets. We found one stall that sold 'buttons'. Some of the ones we liked (and that I can remember) were:

'They can make me go to Uni., but they can't make me think' (Bethany bought it for herself!)

'Without me, you're just Aweso' (Ben bought it to wear)

'I dream of a world where a chicken can cross a road without having its motives questioned'

'vegetarians are eating our rainforests'

'I do not think therefore I may not be'