Though the collagist of this piece titled the work, The usual Sunday fare (2012), I believe, having spent the morning hobnobbing with local historians of the area depicted front of card, that it actually depicts a Monday morning Birthday picnic. (Title as red herring, what say you?) This is indicated, I am told, by the spread before the party-goers (celebratory yet typical of its time), and the look of nonchalance about to tip over into mirth (as soon as the photographer ceases with cumbersome documentation process). Seed cake washed down with apple cider, this is how Red-legged Pademelon's celebrate, how they mark the passage of time. This is how it was done and how it should be done. Pass the Swiss roll, gnaw on a jam tart, and peel me a grape! It's time to celebrate!
Happy Birthday to you, dear Louise. Open those presents and sing!
(For the budding naturalist: Red-legged Pandemelon (Thylogale stigmatica) are solid built forest-dwellers, slightly heavier in the hindquarters than the graceful kangaroos of the open plains. They are adaptable creatures, which can occupy a variety of habitats, provided there is plenty of cover. Lovers of dusk, they are chiefly solitary.)