Yesterday (Wednesday) was a bit on the warm side here in my outer eastern suburb of Melbourne.
It reached 32c which is nearly 89f.
The sheets and towels I washed and put out on the line to dry were ready to bring in after an hour!
At the moment it’s early morning and quite pleasant but today the forecast is slightly different in that the high temperature is possibly going to be up in the region of 38c – the old 100f – which is boiling point 😎
Now the ‘long range forecast’ for Wednesday next week is 33c about 91f
We have been advised by our supplier that we will have no electricity from 8am until 5.30pm.
It won’t really bother The Golfer because he’ll have an early brekkie and be away to the golf course as he normally does on a Wednesday.
Me, well I’ll have the house closed up – a book, my knitting, and my trusty hand powered fans close at hand. A thermos of hot water and bottles of cold in the fridge along with salady type food will keep me happy
Until I get fed up that is.
So it’s quite possible I’ll arrange to visit someone in their cool home or meet in one of our lovely cool airconditioned shopping centres for a cup of coffee and some lunch and maybe a wander up and down some of the floors doing a bit of window shopping.
But then power companies have been known to alter things to suit themselves so it may not even get turned off at all!
As i said – Forewarned is Forearmed 😊😊
Call me sentimental……call me old fashioned…… to me there is something comforting about a newborn baby wearing a soft warm hand knitted cardigan.
More and more great grandchildren are arriving in the families of my friends. So more more requests are arriving for me to knit newborn sized or even bigger cardigans.
Often I’ll have something suitable on hand – but just ocassionaly I ‘will’ knit to order. Has to be a quick and easy knit, one I’m comfortable doing and know I won’t ‘muck up’.
One friend came with a special request – even though her granddaughter had told her the sex of her expected early winter baby – she (my friend) would like something that was all white. Just a little something to bring baby home in that can then be put away as a keepsake. Not fancy though. And out of all the patterns I showed her this old favourite of mine is what she settled on.
A couple of days after Christmas I get a frantic phone call…..the expectant mum (her granddaughter who lives in Tasmania) is constantly talking about wanting colour in her baby’s life. So could I knit another cardigan, coloured this time. Just not in the red and dark navy that’s being mentioned. Could it be blue because ….there’s no way I’m putting a babe in those colours. We managed to find a blue that wasn’t pastel and would suit a slightly older baby and she chose a plain and simple pattern to show it off.
With a trip to Tassie planned for next week my friend popped in yesterday to pick up the finished cardis (which will then stay until needed with her daughter, the mum of the expectant mum……gosh this is getting complicated lol) She looked at the two little woolies and laughingly said – Boys just have to have BLUE!
I wonder if she has noticed all the male tennis players at the Aus Open sporting their pink Nike sponsored clothing 😊😎
A beginning of the year coffee morning with my group of ladies brought the usual observations from some about ‘another year down, wonder how many more there will be to come’ Late last year the oldest lady was really down in the dumps, a bit like my friend B she had lost family and friends during 2017 and the passing of time was beginning to get her down.
At the moment she seems to have put that all behind her because over coffee last week she had us all in stitches relating snippets of fun from her big family Christmas get together where her youngest grandaughter had made a model of a time machine that would roll back the years and ‘make Nanny happy again’.
Like a lot of us in the group she’s been here in Australia for many many years yet is the only one who still talks about her life in England. Think of that she said, I can go back to living in the little village where we all knew each other, there was a corner shop (who delivered) and a greengrocer, the post office was in the front room of Mrs What’s Her Names (having trouble with her memory at times is my friend 😊) Oh and lots of other good things I can’t quite think of at the moment.
One of us laughed and said it sounds a bit like the village where Milly Molly Mandy lived with her Mother and Father in the same little cottage as Aunty and Uncle along with Grandma and Grandpa. Another said, don’t forget Billy Blunt, little friend Susan and Toby the dog!
Of course some of the younger ones had never heard of the little girl in the striped dress or the books a lot of us had read in our childhood so out came the phones so they could find out.
THIS is what Mr Goog’le had to say 😊
After that it was Reminisce Central at the table with talk of all those trades who delivered to the door – mobile shops! First and foremost there was The Coalman! Then the milkman and his horse later overtaken by electric carts, the baker who came with a big basket on his arm, a greengrocer who had a van with sides that lifted up to display all the fruit and veg. I mentioned we had a fish and chip van and a long Co-op grocery shop that came once a week similar in size to some of the mobile libraries seen on the roads these days
We might have to keep our eye on our ‘elder stateswoman’ – well into her 80s and not a computer or mobile phone owner – we began to wonder if she had been ‘taken in’ by her grandaughter’s time machine when some of the younger ‘girls’ were talking about ‘this new invention called online shopping’ as she calls it. It would be lovely to have things home delivered she said but I would miss having a chat with the man behind the counter in the corner shop!
But then always the joker in her younger days I wonder if maybe she hadn’t been ‘taken in’ but was just pulling our leg 😊
What’s on your mind this Monday- would you like to tell us about it?
Look at this, I said to the Golfer.
There’s a rerun of part of our big 1992 trip on SBS
Oh yes, he said. 25 yrs ago, that was the year of your ‘big birthday’, when we went up ‘The Track’. Remember we took the train from Adelaide to Alice Springs with the car trailing behind on the motorail carriage, then drove 1500 kms on up the middle of The Territory to Darwin, stayed a while and then made our way home slowly over the next four weeks.
Slow TV on Australian television screens for the first time. Tell you what, it was slow alright. 3hrs with no commercial breaks, no dialogue, 90% of the time the only sound was of wheels going along train tracks.
I’d watch a bit, turn over to sport (cricket or tennis) turn back again, then back to something else, turn back again, do a bit of channel surfing, then back again.
I wanted to see more but it was so slow and uninteresting.
And we still hadn’t arrived at Alice Springs!
Did anyone else watch it. What were your thoughts?
Has anyone had other experiences with ‘slow tv’?
It seems some viewers liked it:-
And some didn’t:-
Me – lets just say I was glad when the train finally pulled into Darwin 😊
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I have great memories of our time on The Ghan. I know we had fun – we couldn’t afford a sleeper so sat up all night and ate the food we carried onboard with us. Coach passengers only had access to a little kiosk, not the dining room. The passenger mix was just that – a mix of oldies and young ones and families with littlies. One young man in our carriage had a guitar and there was music and singing. Left Adelaide one morning – arrived in Alice Springs the next.
Yes, we have looked at doing it again…..don’t think so. It’s now run by a private company and for a journey of 4 days/3nights is priced well out of reach. Best just have our memories eh?
I haven’t bought a newspaper for a while but always look through them at the library. For some reason – well for me at least – ‘old’ news doesn’t really seem old and sometimes can be more interesting/engrossing when it’s there in black and white instead of moving about in front of you on a screen.
Political cartoons have a way of reinforcing an event or a debatable point of view – some are quite complex and need to be looked at long and hard whereas others are ‘simple, direct and to the point’
Multi award winning cartoonist Ron Tandberg was the master of direct and to the point
Alas there will be no more from Tandberg
His mind and his pencil carried on working right to the end – today – Monday January 8th 2018
Are you up for a challenge? asked my friend V – Depends, says I!
One you’ll enjoy, she says – Tell me all about it, say I!
And that was how the conversation went when I saw her on one of the last days of last year (2017). Seems Goodreads Aussie Readers group had a fairly ‘simple’ Challenge planned for January. Of course at the mention of books my ears pricked up and interest was shown 😊
For a long time I just used to go the ‘pick from the shelf’ routine at the library, see what I fancied in the op shop or hunt out recommended books but for my reading last year I had some casual personal challenges I’d sort of worked out for myself. Click on the Read in 2017 tab above and you’ll see the result – anyway I had no idea what to do for this year apart from A – Z author surnames so after V had piqued my curiosity with her suggestive words I had a look at the Goodreads page and decided it was a goer.
It doesn’t have to be just Australian authors – The literature Map works for lots of nationalities and can be found HERE
The top AUSSIE books can be found HERE
The top INTERNATIONAL books can be found HERE
And in case you’re wondering what I came up with
1. Safe Harbour by Helene Young AA
2. The Woman Next Door by Liz Byrski AA
3. An easeful death by Felicity Young AA
4. Spring Bride by Annie Gracie AA
5. Tracking North by Kerry McGinnis AA
Yes I know there’s only four books on the table – one went back to the library yesterday along with two others I’d finished. Well, I did tell you the other day hot days = reading days. Tomorrow is forecast for 40c/104f so I won’t be going far (or washing windows either lol)
Four books on the table – each one promising happiness
Four books on the table – which one will the table bless……..
Why don’t you join me in this January challenge
When I wandered round the park the other day I walked along for a short while with someone I call a ‘nodding acquantance’. Sometimes when we see each other we just nod and keep on walking others we exchange a few words. Don’t think we’ve ever introduced ourselves to each other, maybe we’ll get round to it this summer 😊
Anyway further on a bit there was a group of women gathered together listening intently to a very fit looking young
woman girl child! Exercise mats at the ready!
Oh thats where they are , said my nodding acquantance. She then went on to tell me about her friend who’d raved about the boot camp she joined where they did really simple exercises. So…as you do….we stood and had a stickybeak at what they did.
Gosh, she said, that just looks like old fashioned physical jerks – what’s the betting it gets more advanced as the weeks go by.
Watching the group I kept thinking there was something familiar about the routine then later that afternoon I had a rummage around in one of our bookshelves and found my old old copy of – this!
Yes XBX – the female companion to the Royal Canadian Air Force’s 5BX (five basic exercises) plan for their servicemen.
Ten exercises designed to work every part of the body – a set number of repeats to be done in a certain time. Gradually becoming more difficult.
What was funny was, as we turned away to walk in different directions, we looked at each other, laughed and spontaneously started to sing – ‘ Bend and Stretch, Reach for the Stars’ lol
Ready Mr Music please 😊😊
By the way this is an old 1980s recording of the Australian version of Romper Room.
There have been times recently as we’ve moved from season to season I’ve felt like a bit of a fraud. I’ve been gaily
gloating mentioning our warmer temperatures to other bloggers and what does fickle Miss Spring do – well she decides she’s going to back off for a day or two (or should I say night or two……. Blankets removed have been replaced!)
For putting up with the return of some rather cool nights we have been ‘rewarded’ with some rather nice days just right for early morning walking and seeing these bursts of colour along the way has certainly put a spring in my step.
These days Gazanias come in a variety of colours however I love the sunny look of the yellow which I tend to think is the original. And doesn’t it look grand making itself comfortable on both sides of this fence.
At one time I had some of the supposedly easy to grow Osteospermum in my garden Not sure where it went to because it’s not to be found anywhere out there. Maybe it wandered away just like this cool looking plant seems to be doing.
I have to admit I don’t know the name of this little creeper – it looked like a minature Covolvulus but there was no one around to ask. It certainly looked happy to sprawl in and around that corner of the fence near the letter box.
And back home I see a self sown Erigeron has once again taken over a corner spot of our old garage. I cut it right back at the end of Autumn and each year it grows back bigger and this year seems to have taken over half the pathway as well.
Patches of Arctotis are beginning to show colour around the garden……making me smile when I see their open flower heads turned up to the sky. So easy to grow, dig up a piece with even the finest of roots on the end and it takes off in no time. Takes off alright – it’ll cover a bare patch quick as wink – no wonder years ago a generous friend asked me if i wanted some bits she’d dug up 😊
This is the last of one of my favourite spring flowering bulbs – the Bluebell. Once the green leaves poke through the ground I’m on the lookout for those stalks topped with droopy heads loaded with those ‘blue bells’. These and the ubiquitous Daffodils are the only two flowers that remind me of Spring as I was growing up in England.
Now depending on whether you like them or regard them as a pest here’s a bit of Australia for you – up at the park the other day I was entertained by this Noisy Miner as he/she flitted about posing on the lower branch of a gum tree. (These photos will enlarge with a click)
Thank you all for your comments and concern over my arthritic fingers
I assure you they don’t look like that all the time
After a quiet couple of days with a book
No computer- No knitting – No craft of any sort
Look what I found yesterday afternoon
Some knuckles 😊
(No I didn’t spend the day in bed – I was making it and noticed them)
(The iPad was sitting there so it was piccie time lol)
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 😊
There’s one little sound that seems to have infiltrated most of our world.
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! 😊😊
You can find MicroBlog Monday at Mel’s blog
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?
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.
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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Linking to Sunday Selections hosted by River
Linking to Nature Notes hosted by Michelle
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
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.
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.
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?
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
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
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.
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.
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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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
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Nature Notes can be found here
Our World Tuesday can be found here
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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
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
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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“Have you ever wondered how long you are going to live?”
That was my fun question last Friday
This year it seems like I’ve spent months sitting in Dr’s waiting rooms which has me constantly thinking about that question.
FOR INSTANCE …..
Popping in for a regular script renewal earlier in the year resulted in the ‘don’t forget your ‘flu jab when they are available’ Done – but leaving with a reminder to come back in two weeks for a pneumonia booster. Done – then given the news ‘you now need the shingles vaccine available for people of a cetain age. Come back in a couple of weeks.’ My regular yearly blood screening was ‘fine’ but resulted in a Renal Specialist appt because one result still had the very minor raised level that has appeared regularly for the past few years but hadn’t been cause for concern. ‘Just a precaution’ the GP said. Two months wait resulting in more blood tests and a renal ultrasound. All normal, the knowIedgeable one told me last week. Things change as you age, nothing to worry about, just eat well, drink lots of water, exercise, get plenty of sleep and you’ll be fine! However as I left he said ‘oh I see you have a birthday coming up.
You are perfectly healthy, but come back just after as there are now some more screening/preventative tests for people of your age!!
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Heres that fun test again
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Im wondering ‘if’ my (imagined by the computer) score of 90+ actually comes about will it be because I really was healthy or because of all this preventative screening that has me on very good terms with my GP 😊😊
MicroBlog Monday can be found at Mel’s Blog
Years ago back in the 1950s (when I was very very young 😊) there was a show on BBC tv called ‘Animal Vegetable Mineral’ where experts would give one of those names to various articles presented to them. Most of it went over my head but I do remember they didnt always agree on the classification.
Our Sandwich Maker went on the blink, well it was more a case of the teflon coating wearing off and things sticking to the cross beam that cuts the bread. Because there are so many things out in our garage that have been upgraded one of us said ‘if we get another one we won’t need this one and even though it still works it’s going in the bin’ (Not me!) Down at the Good G’s place one of us made the decision to buy a model that didn’t cut but just marked the toasted sandwich so we could leave it as a whole slice or cut in half as we wanted (Not me!) Discovering that no matter how much butter is put on the outside of the bread it comes out dry, over cooked and ‘flattened’ with an undercooked filling did not go well with one of us ( that’d be me) Consequently it looks like we need to experiment’ with cooking time!
* Surprised Annoyed Or Disappointed – doesn’t matter which one I choose I’m still mourning the loss of my old one that gave me nice plump toasted sandwiches cut in two!
A few years ago I discovered a ‘new to me’ author Tracy Chevalier and wrote about this find in 2013 , since then I’ve been reading and enjoying all her books and eagerly looking forward to each new release. I knew there was another being released some time this year so when my ordered copy arrived at the library the other day I was down there like a shot. Note to self – keep in mind all those little snippets you read about authors.
I vaguely remembered something I read a while ago about modern authors being involved in a project where Jane Austen’s books were being ‘rewritten‘ – and it seems something similar is in progress at the moment using Shakespeare’s works. Tracy Chevalier’s latest release is her take on Othello – a thin book of only 188 pages about a play I didn’t study at school or have any real knowledge about the storyline.
* Surprised Annoyed or Disappointed – makes no difference because I’ll still read the book even though I would have loved it to be a ‘real’ make believe novel.
Do you remember Doug 2, the big teddy I was/I am making for the Gt Grandson – well I mentioned it to his mum when they were here and how I hoped he’d love it. I knew all about her recent problems but didn’t expect her reply. ‘Grandma, he’s not really into soft toys and I don’t have anywhere to put it. Might be better to give it on his second birthday’ I just smiled and said OK.
* Surprised Annoyed or Disappointed – no matter what, Doug will be made. Perhaps a little more leisurely because there’ll be more time to do so; more time to think about the little lad who will receive it. Much more love put into it 😊😊
Well, it’s Monday, can’t sit around musing all morning.
Bed to be made, dishes to be done, washing put on Oh heck I lie, I’m going to have a lazy day reading a new book with possibly a nice cheese and ham toasted sandwich for lunch and maybe do a bit more sewing on Doug this afternoon. His head needs fixing so he can think more easily 😊😊
How’s ‘your‘ Monday going?
Are you reflecting on anything that happened recently?
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MicroBlog Monday is found at Mel’s blog