Take the good with the bad…..

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You can’t always have everything you want!
That’s something my mother impressed on me from a young age
Oh, and another saying of her was
You have to take the good with the bad

Bowen is (sometimes) our winter home and when I discovered a file of old photos those expressions turned up in my mind as well

Some winter days in Far North Queensland are great
Like this day at Queens Beach Bowen

July 25th 2011

Sunny skies with a hint of cloud reflected in the watery sand
as the gentle low tide waves rolled in and out

Then there are others that are not so great
Like this day – on the same beach

August 4th 2011

Very grey skies with lots of cloud definitely not reflected in the cold looking sand as the waves thundered in and out

As you can see the weather had a mind of its own this trip – I wanted sunny blue skies everyday but didn’t get them
We had to admire the good and accept the bad.

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A friend admired the recently knitted pink matinee coat (like this one) so that’s gone to new baby who has just moved into a new home in the northern hemisphere.  Like the original it turned out quite nice but it was what I would call a bad knit – just like the blue cowl neck jumper – not to be attempted again.

Anyway not to be deterred it was back to the ‘donated to me stash’ and on to another favourite – this sweet lacy front jumper. Such an easy knit which turns out just right each time yet I was undecided with it being such a bright yellow.  There are some who say…..it’s for a charity, does it matter…… so I’m hoping it will brighten up some little girl’s winter day.  What do you think?

And all was going well – until I woke up yesterday with aching fingers.  Yes, for some reason, after quite a long time in remission my mother’s gift of arthritis was making itself known again. Painful swollen knuckle joints are the pits, I should remind myself of this when I try to do too much.  Consequently I’ve put the needles aside for a day or two ……rubbed in the Comfrey Cream, which usually works ……and picked up a book instead.

All is good – but I’ll accept the bad when I have my friend to keep me company 😊

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Words for Wednesday (on Thursday)

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Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme with words or picture prompts given Bloggers are encouraged to make what they can of them.

This month (October) Cindi is providing the prompts

This is how I used the ones for this week

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Tom and Tim 6 – Tom makes a decision.

Tim suggested it and for once Tom agreed with him. Friends had also cautiously mentioned it to him. He realised he couldn’t hide from the truth any longer. Now was the time for him to accept the fact that he needed to pluck up the courage and seek some sort of grief counselling.

He blamed it on the dream. He had a vague idea but really couldn’t understand what had caused the recurrence of a dream he’d had years ago.

It was a pleasant dream – definitely not like the nightmares he’d had as a child.

They occurred when his father had continually threatened him with the belt if one of them left a gate open or a tap running. Living on a property dependent on rain, a bore or heavens forbid a truck to deliver their water supply was difficult. He envied his school friends, the children who lived in town, being able to play with a garden hose on a hot day.  Where he lived humans and stock were far more important.

As children the twins had listened to their mother recalling the nightmares she suffered after she discovered they had dug tunnels  near the sand quarry. She suffered from asthma and he could remember her huskily recounting the terrible visions she had seen in her dreams, visions of Tim messing about, being a bit of a clown causing the tunnels to collapse around them both.

After watching a rerun of ‘The Red Balloon’ Tom and Vera decided to make the trip to Paris for their honeymoon. She wanted to experience the sights she’d seen in the film, quite sure she would see children walking the streets holding those famous red and blue balloons. He had been so proud of his ‘vision of loveliness’ conquering her fear of flying. They drove to the airport on a cool misty morning, water dripping off the pine trees that lined the property’s driveway and it had certainly taken a great deal of courage for her to board the aircraft.

The dream first occurred not long after they arrived home.

In it he gazed off into the horizon watching red balloons floating away above a forest of pine trees shrouded in mist. At the time it was a beautiful reminder of that happy event.

He hadn’t experienced it again until this past week – uncannily, it was similar to the picture he saw in the travel section of the paper. The one that had him weeping uncontrollably, unable to hide his tears, when Tim arrived that morning.

 

Previous episodes – Tom And Tim 1234 – 5

Polar Bears we have met on our travels…

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Even though we are in the throws of ‘gathering things together’ for time away in November lots of little chats have been going on here at home about whether we’ll have a ‘big’ holiday next year (or not) because with the cost of travel being what it is – expensive – we usually try to fit as much in as is possible.  We aren’t that well off and it often takes a fair bit of planning for some things to happen but so far it has been achievable

The other thing discussed is what time of the year shall we travel.

Early in the year outside of Australia is usually cool…..later is warmer.  Early is cheapish….later more expensive   Oh decisions decisions 😊

It’s often the later trips that provide the most entertainment.

Like seeing the Pandas and Polar Bears at San Diego Zoo in October 2000

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I was talking to a friend about that trip a couple of weeks ago and she mentioned the Polar Bear mother and her cubs in the Frozen Planet series made by David Attenborough. I laughed and said ‘that was on tv just after we got back from seeing more of the same’  All that planning…..and saving …..had allowed us to vist The Golfer’s family in Nova Scotia with side trips to Newfoundland and Alaska during September/October 2010.

We were in Ketchikan Alaska when we came across this big brute.
I can’t remember which store it was in but look at the size of it.  Take it down on ground level and it still would make The Golfer look short.
You wouldn’t stand a chance if he caught you by surprise and you certainly wouldn’t want to shake him by the hand 😊

This one who looked more like a cub than an adult was reclining on the floor of the Grenfell House Museum St Anthony which is up on the far northwesterly tip of Newfoundland.

People were saying how lovely and soft and cozy he looked until they had a proper look at the head.  Even as small as it was by comparison I still thought those teeth were on the large side Lol

Another beauty lives in the Durrell Museum in Twillingate which is in the northeast of the province.  This stance really does give you an idea of being up close and personal with a Polar Bear.  Look at the size of those claws!!

And this is the Frozen Planet episode I referred to. I’m hoping the Summer link works.  If not try the veoh url

 Ep.3 Summer

http://www.veoh.com/m/watch.php?v=v25233259qmT3n3re

The polar bears are at the beginning, finishing about 10 mins in and if you don’t want to watch the whole episode do fast forward through to about 10 mins before the end.  There’s a section called Freeze Frame which shows (and explains the ins and outs of) the crew filming – very interesting.

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Facts and figures

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Polar_bears

OIf you’re interested YouTube have a section called Polar Bears International
Videos related to polar bears, the Arctic, sea ice, and climate change by Polar Bears International, the world’s leading polar bear conservation group. 

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Linking to – Travel Tuesday

Linking to – Our World Tuesday

Ban the Beep…..

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There’s one little sound that seems to have infiltrated most of our world.

THE BEEP

I’d like to know what we did wrong to be inflicted with the beep – I’d love to know who invented the beep – ‘cose I’d certainly give them a piece of my mind

Not the bad word beep and not the reversing beep not even the ping beep of a low smoke alarm battery beep but that infernal one thats heard around us more and more these days – the one that seems to be attached to everything electonic.

The Golfer has been party to the beep for a long time now, I resisted for a lot longer whilst smiling at all those around me who were slaves of the beep

Sadly progress wiped the smile off my beepless face – our trusty 25 year old beepless microwave packed up a few years ago and I reluctantly joined the beep society. There is nothing attractive about a microwave that beeps at you – and I have been known to tell it so across the kitchen. Its almost like someone snapping their fingers and expecting you to drop everything and attend to their needs – doesn’t happen in my house lol

It doesn’t seem many Christmas have passed since I fell more and more under its spell – the beep that is – I entered a new phase of my life…….late bloomer that I was ……by becoming the owner of a small mobile phone – yes, up till then if ‘they’ wanted to talk to me ‘they’ had to wait till I was ready to speak to them.

I have since progressed to a bigger (whether it’s better is open to debate) thing that still beeps (in a slightly different key) when ‘they’ decide they really need to ask me something or let me know something, knowing full well my curiosity will get the better of me and I will stop what I’m doing to find out what it’s all about.

Oh dear, and you know what…..another wedge was driven into my desire for a beepless life when the new fridge/freezer was delivered and had the audacity to beep at me when I stood at the open door pondering.

And then not content with just finishing a wash and coming to a standstill – guess what the new washing machine did, yes the beeping thing beeped at me!

I’ve had enough………I’ve decided I’m going out to protest……I’m going to stand outside the electrical stores with a placard……a large one …….one that says Ban the Beep! 😊😊

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Words for Wednesday (on Thursday)

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Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme with words or picture prompts given bloggers are encouraged to make what they can of them.

This month (October) Cindi is providing the prompts

And here’s how I used the ones for this week

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Tom and Tim 5 – Tom recalls a tragedy

The town was slowly recovering from the loss of Mr T. He was so well known in the area the local paper had recorded that as well as local residents, family and friends, the amount of workers attending from various stations, cattle yards and the nearby slaughterhouse had caused the funeral home to overflow on to the street and it was the best send off anyone had had for many a year.

Even though it hurt, Tom smiled through his grief as he read the obituaries written about a man who had been like father to him.  Turning the page he noticed the photo of the recent lightning storm and his mind wandered back to that time in his life when he’d gone bush, gone upcountry, leaving his mother in Tim’s care, hoping his brother would be able to cope.

He had witnessed those dramatic scenes of a sky filled with huge great bolts of static electricity when he was all alone filled with melancholy and grief trying to get over the shock of his beautiful Vera’s violent death.

Vera, the love of his life, had worked in the laboratory at the slaughterhouse. It was an accident the authorities reported. Unseasonal storms had flooded the building, associated gales had damaged some electric cabling. As much as he wanted to believe otherwise Tom felt the company’s poor maintenance schedule was to blame, Vera who was electrocuted during the clear up, had previously mentioned tingling sensations in her hands and arms when opening doors.

Out there in the outback each night he’d gone to sleep with the words – ‘as well as murdering animals in my town they murder people – running through his mind’.

He so missed Vera’s laugh, he missed the way she would amuse him with a sneaky kiss, he longed to experience that thrilling sensation of desire lost to him forever.

Calling home one day Tim let slip that mother was ailing mentally, he’d found her out in the drive complaining about ruts deep enough to be called ravines and if Tom didn’t come home to fix them she’d throw herself down them. Then Tim (who had been on the maintenance team at the slaughterhouse) let it be known if Tom didn’t come back soon there’d be another murder in the town.

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Previous episodes – Tom And Tim 1234

A Lingering Look at Windows…….and Doors

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Have you ever noticed how the shape of windows and doors in churches usually mimic each other?

Like the door at the front side of this wooden Anglican church with lots of small windows on Fogo Island.  Named St John the Evangelist it is in the Town of Fogo, just across the road from Peg’s B & B.  Closed unfortunately so unable to look inside. (September 2013)

Then there is the door flanked by two slim windows and topped by a much larger one on the front entrance to this well known Catholic church  in Tahiti.  Seen on Avenue du Général de Gaulle, the Cathedral Church of Notre Dame is near to the waterfront in Papeete.  (April 2016)

And here in Australia, noted for its twin spires this is St James Catholic Church in Peak Hill.  A small town just off the Newell Highway in New South Wales.  One large impressive window sits above the door with four slim line windows each side of the entrance, similar to those surrounding the side walls. (August 2016)

Each month Dawn at The Day After hosts A Lingering Look at Windows

Her October windows plus others can be found HERE

Sewing up loose ends…..

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Recently there’s been far too many of them lying around- loose ends that is

I could have titled this ‘tidying up’ or even ‘finishing up’ but ‘sewing up’ will do because that’s what actually ended up happening 😊

The loose ends were those hanging off the *WsIP (*works in progress – technical term for unfinished stuff 😊) I finally managed to get off my needles this past week or two.

Do you know that after years of thinking about it I’m positive my parents should have given me Procrastination as my middle name instead of that belonging to my granny in Belfast because lots of ‘gunnas’ get muttered in my house……I’m gunna do this – I’m gunna do that……..trouble is things get put to one side and it takes forever for these gunnas to get done.

Anyway I promised (when I had time) to show a non commenting friend, who regularly reads my mutterings, what I’ve recently put into ‘the knitting box’ ready for next year’s winter charity drive.  She also reminded me (because she forgets half the time when I physically tell her) to make a note of the patterns I’ve used.  Well there’s not a lot to say about the patterns – One is quite old – the other more recent (still in print I think) – they are guidelines only because I don’t always follow them 😊

The little v necked one above is a go to for me – simple to knit with good clear instructions, the eyelet pattern illustated is good for a little girl.  However I made these two below using the directions and sizing but adding a stitch here and there to accommodate the broken rib in the yellow and the fisherman’s rib in the fawn.

This Woolworth’s book from the 1960s is my standby for a couple of other woollies ( no pun intended 😊). The shirt pattern looked easy and as the little boy wearing the knitted shirt was a dead ringer for our first born I bought the book – but never ever knit it for him lol   There must be something about me and collars because when I finally knit it for a nephew the collar wouldn’t sit right so I changed it to a round neck instead.

 

I had a bit of the fawn left over from the ribbed cardigan so combined it with the orange/green vari yarn to come up with this version.   I tend to think of this style as being boyish so find it looks better in ‘boy’ colours – if there are such things 😊

And as I’m sure you realised, once these were popped in the box it was out with the needles, new balls of wool in hand and we were off and running again.  There’s a rerun of the pink matinee coat (the good bit that is) going on and the blue teddy jumper as well (maybe the clown and koala as well) so I’ve enough to keep me occupied for a while.

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I seemed to have talked on a bit there so maybe ‘you’d’ like to tell us what’s just come off your needles or maybe what’s still on your needles needing to be finished

Words for Wednesday (on Thursday)

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Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme with word or picture prompts given
bloggers are encouraged to make what they can of them.

This month (October) Cindi is providing the prompts
And here’s how I used the ones for this week
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Tom and Tim 4 – Coffee break with Tom

Tom stood by open window of the farmhouse kitchen scanning the trees for any sign of the crows who had been cawing all morning long. He’d seen them perched up there early on when checking the stock destined for the sale yard.

There was one testy old beast he’d noticed, ‘might be best to warn Tim to watch him on loading’ he thought. Don’t want another disaster like the last time’.

That was the time he’d trusted Tim and old Trevor to transport his livestock into town.  Tim swore blind it wasn’t his fault but in the darkness old Trevor managed to get knocked about a bit and had to be carted off to the local hospital.

Thankfully the arm they all worried about was, as Trevor’s littlest grandson gleefully described, unbroken  not broke.

As Tom dropped his cup in the sink he felt the breeze come through the window and heard a rustling in the branches.  ‘There they go again’ he  said out loud, just as a half forgotten memory made its way into his early morning tired and weary brain.  His father had once told him that Crows Ravens and Rooks all belonged to the same ‘family’.   Also South Australia didn’t have crows, they only had ravens – but how true that was he didn’t know.

His father had been a poetry lover, a great reader, visiting the library in town whenever he could leave the property …….before his accident that was.

Then memories of his father reciting a poem called The Raven came flooding back, he could hear the mournful sorrow in his father’s voice as he began to speak the words about a dark night and the bird tapping at the door.  He looked again at the photograph he’d found on internet.  Seemingly linked in some way to that same poem the young girl (for surely that’s what she was) reminded Tom of someone, looking into her eyes he seemed to be able to see right down into her soul and he wondered what she was hiding.

A little while later he quietly put the phone down from speaking to Mrs T; digesting the sad news of old Trever’s sudden death was when it all came rushing back.  The forgotten grim months – years even – of sorrow that sunk deep down into his soul. He knew then whose eyes it was he saw in the photo.

Hearing the sound of the truck making its way up the long drive and knowing the reception he’d receive, he took one last look at the girl who reminded him of his lovely Vera and mentally prepared himself for the ominous task of relaying the sad sad news to his brother Tim.

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Don’t forget to pop over to Cindi’s blog and see how other bloggers have used the prompts this week – and mabe add your own contribution 😊

Why don’t you come to tea…

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 It happened a few years ago (2013 if I remember rightly) about the time that there were lots of virtual events happening in blogland.  I’d been explaining these to my coffee drinking friend and mentioned an afternoon tea that was being planned.over at Mum’s

 Her response was ‘ that all sounds absolutely lovely
but wouldn’t an ‘actual’ tea party be lovelier?

We could have cakes and little tiny sandwiches with no crusts
And cups of tea and all that
I’ll bring the food – it’ll be fun
You know what, we could have it out in your garden 😊

And that…….is when the fun part started
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As the day got closer my friend kept coming up with different ideas
First of all she wanted Low Tea
served on a low table on the deck

 

She thought it would be nice to set up a little table down near the garden – Champagne Tea she called it. With strawberries and cream and drinkies just like at the tennis 😊

Champagne Tea in the garden!

Ready for Strawberries and Cream – and Champagne!

The day arrived and I had everything set up
The strawberries and cream were ready to go
The roses in the ‘Blue Bed’ were looking exceptionally good

My dear friend arrived not feeling too well
No food had been prepared so there was a quick change of plan
We popped into the local bakery and Hey presto
Cream Tea  – casual home style

A cream tea (also known as a Devonshire tea, Devon cream tea or Cornish cream tea)is tea taken with a combination of scones, clotted cream, and jam

A quick change of settings – table on the deck to the ready

So we ended up having scones, whipped cream and jam (with butter for me) along with some little chocolate fancies.
And of course the strawberries, cream and champers 😊

Scones, Jam and Cream!

Cream Tea with a friend!

It was such a fun day
We managed to take part in the virtual afternoon tea party
and have a special real life one of our own!

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Row Row Row your boat….

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Row Row Row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily Merrily Merrily Merrily
Life is but a dream

I’ve been plodding along living my life peacefully this past few weeks.  The days are getting longer, lighter earlier and staying light a bit later each day and even getting a (tiny) bit warmer.  Warm enough some days for open doors and windows and even – not have any heating on 😊

Not warm enough for salads yet – still a bit of stewing going on

All of which means I’m slowly emerging from my winter hibernation, starting to paddle about, leave the house willingly and actually enjoy being out and about.

With the arrival of better weather I’ve returned to choir after a break during those cold wet weeks – night driving in the wet was beginning to worry me so best not to do it.  I missed that weekly sing song so if we ‘winter at home’ again next year I’ll try to tee up with someone and arrange a lift.  No chance this year – locals close to me were either away or crook  Our ‘flu season is still going strong, thousands have been struck down with several unusually young ‘healthy’ deaths.  So I’m not sure if it was due to our ‘flu jabs or good luck the virus didn’t strike either of us.

A trip to the cinema last week to see Victoria and Abdul meant we were finally able to use the balance left on a gift card from last Christmas – the cinema at Chirnside Park has lots of little theatrettes so we thought it might be fun to mix and match…..two visits in the standard but very comfortable $10 seats and two in the more upmarket recliner $15 ones 😊

The Golfer decided on American Made & Dunkirk –  La La Land along with Victoria and Abdul were my choices.    So many ‘fabulous’ reviews for V & A and I’m probably in the minority here but it was a bit so so for me.  A truish story line, beautifully set and wittily acted but it didn’t seem quite right.

Honestly this change in seasons seems to have filled one of my friends with a sense of the ridiculous – she had me in a fit of giggles as she entertained me at lunch the other day.

Some of our supermarkets are having facelifts and installing these carousels to hold the plastic bags.  As one bag is filled the cashier gives it a turn and starts to fill the next one, after a few turns the bags reach the customer who then lifts them off and puts them in their trolley.   It appears the young cashier didn’t quite see the funny side when B asked if she could have a ride on the roundabout.  B is well into her 80s and not quite the slimmest of people!!

And then when she returned from visiting the “ladies’ she asked me how long there’s been a gents urinal over the lavatory pan.  With no idea what she meant I had to go and have a look.  The café had installed one of those water saving sets – a new special hand basin over the cistern unit.  Push the button to flush and the water comes out of the tap draining into the cistern – there’s no plug and it’s a regulated fill amount (same as any cistern) no need for a separate sink unit.  Only drawback I could see was washing your hands with cold water and remembering to put the lid down.  Wouldn’t want to lose a watch or bracelet while leaning over to get to the sink.

And I certainly seemed to be living in a dream the other day.

Put a load of washing on – came back expecting it to be finished – yes I’d put it on but didn’t close the lid (top loader) which meant it got as far as drain and spin then stopped.  Safety feature – doesn’t spin with the lid up.   Senior moment all right 😊

Didn’t help I’d been up to our local supermarket (one without the wiz bang plastic bag carousels) and as the young lad who was serving filled each bag he actually placed them straight into my trolley.  Now that’s never happened before – they get usually filled and put on the shelf beside the till for you to pick up.

When I said Thank You he replied – “I thought you looked rather weary today so decided you’d be my ‘good turn for the day'”  I wasn’t sure if I should be pleased or upset – he really did do me a good turn but did I really look that tired and weary??

So how are you all?
Have you been merrily rowing down the stream of life?

What are you dreaming about today?

Things are moving out there….

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While most of Melbourne was engrossed in the game going on at the MCG (Richmond v  Adelaide Aussie Rules Grand Final) I pottered about outside.  Notice the brown stuff on the ground to the right of this photo – it’s the last of the leaves that dropped from the tree that is now covered in soft green new ones.  Wouldn’t you  think it would give me time to rake them up before sprouting new ones 😊

If you look carefully you can see there’s Spring lavender flowering round the washing line – hopefully I’ll be able to use it regularly again soon without having to keep resorting to the little one one the deck.  The little one is great during the Winter when it’s wet but in my mind there’s nothing nicer than washing that’s had a good blow in the fresh air.

And can you see the growth on the rose bushes below the strappy leaves of the Agapanthus – in what I laughingly call the Blue Bed’  – called that because most are a lavender colour 😊   There are some early buds there as well which means it wont be long before I can have roses in the hallway again.

A few years ago I used to feature Flowers in the Hallway on a weekly flower meme which now appears to have been disbanded.  Would you like to see some?

I’d pop lots of different flowers in a vase on that half round table (mainly roses mixed with whatever else was blooming) and depending on where the sun was on those summer days there could be a ‘cool’ or a ‘warm’ appearance to the hallway.  So even though there’s a similar look in these photos I can assure you they were taken over a period of time/weeks.


These are a couple taken later in the day when the sun had moved and the ‘warm’ look arrived lol

 

Last summer was a rotten season for roses in my garden.  I’m hoping for better things this year, the first Spring flush won’t be long but those big headed full blown ones usually arrive late in the season after the New Year.

(Oh and btw please don’t ask me to name them – name tags on garden plants have a habit of going walkabout 😊😊)

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You’ve gotta have friends….

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If there’s one thing I would ‘hate’ to lose it’s that little circle statue that sits on our outdoor table.  It’s been there a long time.
You’ll often see it in photos I feature – mainly because I forget to move it 😊

The little concrete statue is commonly called ‘A Circle of Friends’

This one of mine which represents a circle of women with long dresses and long hair was given to me many years ago in Adelaide.

It gives me a good feeling when I see it there.
Reminding me of the circle of friends who gave it as a parting gift
when I moved back home to Melbourne.

Unfortunately as you can see someone liked it a bit too much and dropped it.
One of the poor ladies lost her head in the tumble
Thankfully,  The Golfer and that really strong glue that comes in two tubes
came to the rescue.

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Meet Catty – who’s not very chatty 😊

Another gift given from a friend who also means a lot to me.
The look on her face (for surely she is a female) makes me smile

The person who gifted her to me
was noisy and boisterous just like the cats she bred
So unlike the gift she gave – a quiet calm concrete cat

Most of the year she sits peacefully on the long cupboard
The one on the deck below the kitchen window.

Come the summer, on some special evenings, they both get moved
The circle may be put under the table or a chair
Catty could be moved further along the cupboard
or hung from one of the beams even

The dip in the middle of my circle of ladies and Catty’s open belly
are just the right size.

Just the right size to sit one of those mozzie coils we use.

The cheapest and most effective way of keeping the little blighters away 😊😊

Fun Friday The day we forget this worries of the week

Good idea …..or not

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Isn’t this the softest squishiest comfiest looking child’s jumper/sweater – I thought so when I started to knit towards the end of last year.

I even mentioned it in a post I wrote last November for one of Ginny’s Yarn Along memes.

Well, I’m beginning to think that might have been the last time I actually handled it.

Until I ‘discovered’ it a few weeks ago – and it really was a discovery because it was bundled up with some other ‘ideas’ put to one side to be worked on during the winter.

Never one to be beaten I did a few rows now and again over the winter months.  I can truthfully tell you it turned out to be not quite as an endearing a knit as I thought it would be.  The four row pattern  was ‘stuffed up’ more times than I’d like to remember and as for that cowl/shawl neckline – best not repeat some of the words that came out of my mouth.  Let’s just say I won’t be knitting this again anytime soon!!

 

So that’s another one in the box ready for next years cold season.

And for a little bit of fun I’ll show you there’s still a bit of life and devilment left in the old cat named Kiera and here’s what I have to contend with.

 

The other day when I was sewing up the cable one I brought this one out to record (yes I’m weird like that. I often take photos so I can see how I’ve adapted patterns/designs).  There were other half knit projects in the bag so the table was a little crowded – then my brown shadow arrived.  Annoyed at being ignored that brown paw kept creeping closer and closer only to retreat when I growled at her.

What do you see?….

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This little ‘colour’ photo was tucked into an old envelope amongst some things my mother gave me after my father died.  ‘You have it, she said. Don’t know why he brought it home.   It was the cause of a few ‘fights’ over the years’.

‘What do you see’, she asked me.

‘Looks like a very young Dad posing for the camera with a girl dressed in a Hawaiian grass skirt’, I replied.

‘I see a man with a secret’, was what she said.

 

It seems Dad spent some time in Hawaii during WW2 and this photo came home with him.  Mum found it, confronted him and he laughed and shrugged his shoulders.  ‘Nothing in it, he said.  All good harmless fun.  She sang, she danced and entertained us’ – us being lots of young men away from home, fighting for their lives and the lives of their loved ones.

Unfortunately my mother being my mother wouldn’t let it end there.  And over the years made reference to the photo – which for some reason Dad kept in his wallet.  No one knows why.  He’d take it out (just to annoy her, she said) look at it, then put it away.

Now the photo would have to have been taken mid 1940s and Dad died in 1990.  A long time for a bit of teasing to carry on.  If it was teasing 😊

I often wonder what it was that Dad didn’t want to (or maybe couldn’t) share with Mum.

Are there any ‘secrets’ you keep or have kept from your ‘loved ones’ ?
Ones that you are willing to share.

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Not a haystack but…

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So I’m at the table on the back deck putting together my latest charity knit and The Golfer brings out a cup of coffee.   All is well until I go to pick up my wool needle again – oh dear, frantic patting of the b**sum area (come on, don’t tell me you don’t pin sewing needles or safety pins on the front of your chest 😊) – not there.  Not tucked into the blanket cover or even dropped on the floor.  A quick glance in the pin box – can’t see anything but pins and pins lol

Well what do you know, there it is.  it’s a good job I was using one with a gold eye because it certainly took me a little while to see it.  Can YOU see it?  It’s tucked away in the lower right hand corner and the more I moved the pins around the harder it was to fish it out.

And here’s a little glance at what the finished jumper looks like.  It’s taken me an age to finish this relatively easy knit.  

Just a straight up and down front and back with ‘dropped’ sleeves and even though the cables look complicated they are anything but.

I’m in a nosy mood today – tell me what’s going on 😊

Have you read any good books – watched tv – seen any good films/ movies

Are you being crafty at the moment?  Is there anything on your needles – or finished even?

Light and Shade……

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Still looking in old files for colour on my window sill this set from about 2013 turned up.  Looks like on this particular day I used the Mikasa vase that’s just the right size for slightly larger flowers.

So what’s in the vase?

 A lonely jonquil and a piece of Hebe, some Bergenia, a half opened camellia as well as a few Azalea flowers suggests it was early Winter……….and I can also see the big blue and white golf umbrella near a chair so we must have been having some heavy rain as that’s the only time it gets used out there.

Smiley obviously found some new friends to hang about with – the big yellow coloured one came from an interstate gift shop and dangly legs was from a grandchild.  Cannot for the life of me remember when and how the sofa cat arrived.

And I must have been trying out settings on my camera because the colours on this close up have a different look altogether
Oh dear – it looks like I didn’t put away behind me either!

This one was taken from another angle on the same day –  the different (softer, almost over exposed look) came about when I played around with it on the computer afterwards. You wouldn’t think it was the same vase of flowers would you?

And just to prove these aren’t staged in any way – along with the umbrella and the gardening bits and pieces here’s some more ‘things’ that should have been cleared away 😊

Nature Notes can be found HERE

They didn’t believe me…..

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Nobody believed me when I said I used to cook cakes

Even the ones who were there 😊

 

One little boy who turned 50 this year with his older brother who turned 55 this year.  Oh dear, how did they get to be that old 😊

This hoard of old photos is really bringing back memories- I can see them sitting there by the back door as if it were yesterday.

I have some friends who dislike looking at old images because they see the years that have passed them by – me, I love them because I think they show that passage of time and define the person/s we/they are today  We can look back and see how our life has changed.  What we did get up to in those years gone by, how or if we altered our attitudes, losing or gaining friends along the way.  Happily or sadly how we ended up where we are today.

Whether they are forgotten experiences (as in the boys not remembering the chocolate cake), or ones remembered fondly (like me remembering the day I cooked the chocolate cake in the tiny kitchen with the boys hanging around to get a ‘lick of the wooden spoon’) there’s no denying they happened.

So yes in my younger days, even if the family think otherwise, I did cook chocolate cakes 😊

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How about you – are there things you’ve done (run marathons, climbed mountains, cooked cakes) that nobody believed you have/could have done??

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Is this is the answer I wonder…..

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I’m sure many of you know John (Gray) author of the ‘funny/serious/unintentionally makes you think about all sorts of things’ blog Going Gently.

In his post on Wednesday he mentioned one of his dogs had been deep in thought for about an hour and there was speculation as to what could have been on her mind.

Well wonder no more – I think I might have found the answer 😊

I suppose it could be possible for dogs to have that question on their mind

Fun Friday – the day we forget the worries of the week

On a day like today

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On a day like today,
We pass the time of day
Writing love letters in the sand

Oh I wish, but it certainly wasn’t beach weather first thing yesterday morning.  The view from the bedroom window was a bit on the grey side bordering on black.

Instead of the beach I had a ‘date’ with a friend for coffee at the Chocolate Shop in Montrose.  Arranged about a month ago we thought it would be dry enough to enjoy some of the new outdoor seating – no such luck!  In fact there was no such luck with the coffee either because she didn’t arrive.  Car trouble!

After she called I decided not to order but came home to enjoy some of the lovely soup I cooked up the other day.  My version – so easy to cook!

  • Butternut Pumpkin
  • Onion, Carrots and Potatoes – sometimes sweet potato
  • Potato Stock from the freezer – kept from when boiled for mash
  • Vegetable stock powder
  • Nutmeg

Peel and cut veg, soften onion in a little oil, add veg and toss around over the heat.  Add veg stock and nutmeg.  Bring to boil – cook till soft.  Puree until lovely and thick with no lumps.

Being Wednesday The Golfer was ‘you know where’ so when it warmed up a fraction and there was a break in the clouds I cleared the outside table (thank goodness for covered decks) laid it with a fancy supper cloth and had me a little lunch date of my own.
Piping hot pumpkin soup with dry crackers 😊

Followed by some oatmeal crackers (butter and jam) along with one of those lovely finger type almond cakes from a Dutch Shop in a nearby suburb.

And coffee!

Don’t worry – I made sure The Golfer had his when he got home

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‘On a day like today’ better known as Love letters in the Sand – sung by Pat Boone was a song I loved back in the 1950s.  What I didn’t know was that it was originally published in the 1931.  I know Patsy Cline (and others) recorded versions but Pat Boone’s was THE one as far as I was concerned.

Pat Boone (1934 – )

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love_Letters_in_the_Sand

I’ll give you a daisy a day dear….

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I was going to write a grizzling post about Spring still being a long time coming and  there being no flowers in the garden the right size for the window sill (well actually there don’t seem to be any out there at all) when I saw these daisies by the front step and had an idea!

“I know I want flowers, I don’t have any fresh ones, so I’ll look at old photo files, then show you some of the flowers that have ended up on said window sill over the years – I’ve got my floral fix and maybe I’ll stop whinging and whining about something I’ve no control over.  Right?, OK?, come on help me with this” 😊😊

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There was one week when the tiny vase was actually jam packed with Daisies.  Erigeron (seaside daisies) and Brachyscome (break o’day).

I often put the collectable cats on the sill and that week Smily with the curly tail was joined by some new friends.  Very fittingly the little one painted in black enamel is covered in daisies 😊

Do you know the origin of the word Daisy?
You can find out this and more – here

The word Daisy evolved from the Anglo Saxon ”daes aeges’ which literally means days eye.  And we know Daisies open at dawn just as the day begins.

A daisy symbolises innocence and purity ~ it can also symbolise new beginnings.
And here’s another look at these fine many petalled beauties 😊

Right I think I’ll be fine now – until the next time I’m feeling low 😊

I’ll give you a daisy a day dear – I’lll give you a daisy a day
I’ll love you until the rivers run still – and the four winds we know blow away

Jud Strunk – 1936 – 1981

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Nature Notes can be found here

Our World Tuesday can be found here

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Wishes…..

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Wish ~ desire or hope for something to happen.

If wishes were fishes we’d all swim in riches!

A winter wish from a few years ago!

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These two photos taken in the early 1950s came to light the other day and a whole lot of emotions bubbled up to surface – some good some not so good.

Plus the word Wish….

I would have been about 9 in the first one – it was a happy day.  My grandad from Belfast had come over on the boat to visit us in England and an uncle plus his family were there also.  I had on a new dress and remember wishing I could wear it every day and that grandad didn’t have to go back home.

As we were growing up there were times when my sister would wish she didn’t have to wear ‘cast offs’ with turned up hems. She would never accept the fact that as much as she wished otherwise it wasn’t my fault I was growing out of clothes, she was growing as well, money didn’t grow on trees and she was next in line – as you can see in the second one.

You never get anything by wishing, my mother was fond of saying.  Hard work and determination is what’s needed!,

That was my mother, wearied from the war years, the one I wished would love me more than the sister she gave my clothes to.  If she loved me, she wouldn’t have got angry and cut (chopped) my hair off with her big scissors.  I remember squealing and shouting as she brushed it one morning, trying to untangle the knots before it was plaited for school, all the time saying to me ‘I wish you would be quiet and stand still’  Oh how I wished I’d done as I was told that day – my mother was no hairdresser and I went to school that morning looking a bit – odd 😊

It’s strange that all these years later I’m reflecting on this and wishing things had turned out differently – my mother and I never got on, my sister continued to get my ‘cast offs, I never grew my hair long, grandad went away back across the Irish Sea and I only got to see him 3 more times.

Oh, but listen to this, my sister still wears ‘cast offs’ – chosen very carefully with a good eye for what will suit her – from charity shops.

And….. the beach with a hammock turned up on Green Island Qld back in 2009……..still looking for the winning lotto ticket though 😊

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Mmm I know…

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Silent Unspoken Words 

Understood only by those in the know 😊

 

Feline Friday – Friday Fun

It doesn’t take much….

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There’s so much unhappiness in the world at the moment there are times when I feel guilty about how I feel, I know I shouldn’t be – but honestly I can’t help it – because it ireally doesn’t take much to make me feel HAPPY

Just little things in life like a cool change after a sweltering hot summers day, a warm bath when I’m aching, a nice cup of tea or chocolate – well I really don’t mind when they appear  😊

Now I’m not much of a tv watcher – yes there’s some news & current affairs type things we keep a eye on  – but I mean to say there’s only so much hilltop horse riding you can watch, so many railway journeys be taken, murders in quaint rural villages, tropical islands or even scottish islands for that matter that I can help solve.

Utopia – my saving grace from the misery of free to air tv finishes next week  – so when I heard the news that Dr Blake Mysteries is returning very soon there was happy silent cheering going on inside my aged brain.  Quickly silenced by the realisation it was to be the last series on our ABC.  Looks like I’m going to be doing lots of reading and knitting and maybe watching older stuff I do/did like on iview or other apps😊

Sunny days in winter make me happy (needed or not there’s only so much rain you can take!) so when mother nature smiled and fleetingly raised the temperature for us one day last week I even lifted one of the blinds to enjoy the sight of all those Camelias (whose name has been forgotten over the years ). From just one bloom on sunny but very cold day a couple of weeks ago,

the bush has decided it is now time to burst into flower.  And look at Kiera, so happy to lay on the chair enjoying the warmish first day of Spring.  She was like an old lady as she shifted around trying to warm up her bones 😊

Just as an aside the blinds are definitely down today; the skies are grey, the heater’s on indoors – and wait for it – there was snow in the nearby hills over the past couple of days 😊

Now just for the fun of it I’ll show you something else that made me happy last week.  Not overjoyed with happiness but it did put a smile on my face

Junk mail flyers!  Yes that’s right Junk mail flyers!

Some call it the curse of the suburbs, hanging out of letter boxes or lying on the ground where the delivery person has dumped it.  The stuff you casually drop into the recycling bin as you pass by.  Strange to feel happy about receiving it.

For some reason we have had none delivered in our suburb for well over a year, no local newspaper either.  Then all of a sudden with no warning (well, who ever gets warning of junk mail?) it was there.  Rolled up tightly in a rubber band.  I dislike shopping but I do like to see what’s available and what’s on special.  Not that I’ll buy any of it, it’s just nice to be in the know 😊

I did wonder if it being Father’s Day was the reason for it being delivered but that wouldn’t be it – would it??

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