A Phelan Christmas.

Good cheer, excitment and glad hearted family memory making were the sentiments whiffing through the Phelan family Christmas celebrations. The Phelan clan of six sisters Maree, Geraldine, Louise, Clare, Frances, Paulette, one brother Philip, two sisters in law Hannah, Karen and one cherished baby Greta gathered in a rambling house in Daylesford.(Oh, and Poppy the dog. Woof)

The house was full of spiritual images, books and engery. Some of the buddha statues joined in with the festive goodwill of kindness.






Dear little Greta, who took her pleasure from the wrapping, the box, play and eating.






The kitchen bustled most of day. A tip of my hat to Louise, Geraldine and Clare for the delicious gourmet treats and for allowing me to capture sisters in domestic action.



Phil challenged all comers to boulle. The playing field was a backyard rut filled course. Well done mate. Next time, my oval at noon.




Seriously, Phil how much quiet do you need.



Lunch. Unable to resist this traditonal feast, we give thanks.








Thanks from the bottom of my tummy for a wonderful lunch and great company. Greta's innocent delight, Phil's boulle inspiration, Poppy's enthusing for umpiring. For the heavens raining down on us. Hannah,like call me on your new mobile.