|Beautiful, useful blacksmithing, the old stove at Valcluse house.|
Here is the drawing room, almost as beautiful as the stove.
It was designed to lure suitors to check out the daughters. Their beloved mother was 'illegimate', so they couldn't enter Sydney society the usual way.
Maybe that's what I'm lacking - fancy chairs.
Get that right, and a betrothal, a family is just around the corner....
Maybe its something else though.
Here is the inner courtyard garden, something I have always wanted, being a cloistered kind of a lady. It recalls the otherworldly convents I visited throughout my childhood, calling on Sister Cephas and the other nuns close to our family. My own mother was brought up not in a home, but a beautiful convent.
At Valcluse, this courtyard's purpose was to separate the kitchen, with its threatening fires, from the main house.
How chaste and lovely is this delicately-lit nook, of floating pot plants.
More Greenery, hanging on in there, on the shady side of the house, in the babies room. Nine babies, I think they had, most of them growing up to thrive and flounder at about the same rate as all of us, it seems.
|Photo by Pia Jane Bijkerk|