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

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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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What will be will be…..

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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

http://media.nmfn.com/tnetwork/lifespan

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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 😊😊

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D is for….

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D is for Dad and also for Daughter

Today I want to say Thank You to my Dad who loved his 3 daughters

From me (the oldest) all the way down to the youngest

I know that each of us in our own special way
had control of our own little corner of his heart

Happy Father’s Day Dad

From you I received a love of music and dance and laughter

Plus a never ending respect of family

We all know that without Fathers there wouldn’t be Daughters 😊

TGIF….Time for Fun

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Have you ever wondered how long you are going to live?

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Are you interested in how long a life you can expect to live?

Just for the fun of it

Have a look at this site – answer the questions- and see what’s in store for you!

http://media.nmfn.com/tnetwork/lifespan

I’m thinking mine might be just about spot on – see what comes up for you.

 Remember it’s Friday – the day of the week dedicated to Fun 😊😊

Words for Wednesday (on Thursday)

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Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme in which words are used as a prompt – bloggers are encouraged to make what they can of them.

River has been providing the words this month and this is what I made of them this week 😊

Tom and Tim 3 – Trouble follows the twin named Tim (or was it Tom)

Tom had always been a complaisant child, appearing willing to help, doing as others wanted him to do. Never grumbling, just getting on with it – sometimes just to keep the peace, like when Tim objected to doing what their parents deemed to be shared jobs on the farm. It was this trait that got him into hot water or maybe it was this trait that helped Tim get him into trouble.

Many years beforehand the nuns at school welcomed Tom and his willing nature but had always had reservations about Tim and his bouts of bedevilment.  The subversive teasing and tormenting of younger ones in the playground or on the school bus was becoming a problem which didn’t seem to slow down no matter how many times his parents met with the parish priest and the bus driver.

‘That child will be the death of me’ his mother was often heard to exclaim. ‘He’ll change’ said his father ‘It’s just high jinks, I was the same at his age’. The parish priest silently thought the father was clutching at straws if he thought that was going to happen.

Now even though the boys accepted the companionship of being twins (a ready playmate when they were younger, someone to talk to about a new horse their father may have purchased) views and attitudes changed as time went by; that closeness disappearing to be replaced by a feeling of being in competition with each other.

Not long after the B&S Ball the local council decided the hall – which had previously been the Mechanics Institute – needed a new roof.  It was the same month the rates had been struck and many of the locals were not too happy with the new costs and constantly put forward hardship requests, being unable to pay due to (real or imagined) extenuating circumstances.

‘Tell you what’ Councillor Tim said, I’ll consult with Tom and see if he’s got a mate who can fix it.  He’ll be able to get someone to give us a quote by using his computer.’  Unfortunately Tom’s mates didn’t extend to roofing contractors but that didn’t deter his brother’s need to get the roof fixed – on the cheap.  ‘You can do it Tom, didn’t you learn all that stuff at Uni about houses and roofs’  ‘Architecture is not the same thing’ replied Tom knowing in his bones he would agree to do something he didn’t really want to do.

They laughed about it later.  A little familiarity had returned to their relationship.

Tim had come up with a weird scaffolding concoction instead of a ladder to give them a sideways view of the roof.  Mr and Mrs T lived next door to the hall and unfortunately Tim hadn’t noticed Mrs Ts car was parked nearby, so when his foot slipped the plastic bag containing the meat pies and takeaway coffee which he’d picked up earlier with the intention of killing two birds with one stone (lunch and getting Tom to look at the roof) landed with a big splat right there on the roof.

Mrs Ts husband Trevor was not happy – he was cleaning out their gutters in preparation for painting the eaves below and only saw Tom looking down from the hall’s rooftop.  Tom was the one who ended up paying for the cleaning and polishing of the car – Tim had said he’d go halves but there was always some reason why the money never eventuated.  A bit like the local rate payers and their pleas of extenuating circumstances.

Wordless Wednesday- Seen from my front door.

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Spring arrives in two days time – on the first day of September

Not too sure about that – if the forecast temps and these photos are to believed

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 Sunday 27 August 2017 8.25 am – Freezing cold (3c/37f) Wet

 Blue skies masked by very black rain clouds.

 Monday 28 August 2017 8.25am – Freezing cold (3c/37f) Foggy

No sky to be seen!

 Oh, Spring – I’m really hoping you wrote that date on your calendar 😊

Wordless Wednesday – The day when bloggers let their photos do the talking

Our World Tuesday- The world at your fingertips

Nature Notes – The place to open your eyes to see the beauty of nature

Skywatch Friday – View the skies from around the world

Animal Vegetable Mineral

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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.

In a mildly similar way Surprised Annoyed Disappointed have been on my lips this week and I can’t seem to agree with myself on which one to use in which situation.

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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It’s back….

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After a bit of a break it’s back.

 Definitely not as frequent or in the numbers that was arriving weeks ago but it’s definitely back.  

Reading about the amount other bloggers receive I will be the first to admit mine is minimal.  

Never the less it’s back!

Does this look familiar to anyone?

I took this screen shot last week – unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be as clear here as in ‘real life’

They’ve upped the ante since then and there’s loads more now.

 

 Who are they – Why do they do it – What do they get out of it?

Thank goodness it goes in the spam folder 

Click at your peril I think!

 

 

Learn to stand on their own two feet….

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So the baby came to visit.

The 6 month old baby that quickly turned us into gibberish speaking fools 😊

The baby that wormed his way into the heart of the man who once asked me

‘Why do people treat babies and children like new toys’

This hard hearted at times but biggest softie most of the time man rightly or wrongly holds the opinion that children won’t get anywhere in life if they don’t learn to stand on their own two feet!

So once he had succumbed to the charms of his first Great Grandson it appeared he felt Bentley needed a bit of early help in learning that skill.

Educational play he called it lol

Looks like he taught him well 😊

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sad thing is that this little lad might need that skill much earlier than most do because his mum and dad have decided to go their own ways.  Luckily they have lots of family and friend support in their own city as well as the baby talking eejits down here in Melbourne 😊😊

Words for Wednesday (on Thursday)

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Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme where words are provided as prompts – bloggers are encouraged to make what they can of them.

This month River is providing the words.  Here is my effort for this week

Tom and Tim 2 – More Time with the Twins

Tom was in a very pensive mood that evening. It was near dusk – that time of the day when it is neither day nor dark – and as he looked out of the window his mind slipped back many years to another dusky evening. His mother and Tim featured in his thoughts as well as Vera.

Vera, who later was to become the love of his life, had first appeared on Tim’s arm at the B&S Ball in the country town where they were living at the time.

Their father had been thrown from a horse and being unable to work meant their mother had to turn her hand to all sorts of things to pay the bills. Her love of knitting enabled her to spin from the fleece of their own sheep and sell the hand knits on market day. She was also a talented seamstress having the knack of being able to look at a picture in a magazine, take some measurements, agree on a day, and at the allocated time hand over a perfectly fitting finished garment

Reflecting on their turbulent upbringing trying to cope with an angry invalid father Tom remembered that however slapdash and indifferent his mother to them she was well known for her love of unusual fabrics as well as her desire to give her customers ‘perfection to die for’. That was her slogan – unfortunately perfection, unusual fabrics along with curiosity would cause havoc on the night of the ball.

The twin’s mother had made most of the dresses the local girls wore but not Vera’s.  So when, just as the light was failing at dusk on a warm summer’s evening, this vision of loveliness dressed in the most exquisite amethyst coloured silk gown made from fabric so fine it resembled gossamer floated into the hall on Tim’s arm there was gasp from all the local girls.

Right there and then Tom had a funny feeling something was going to happen – and sure enough it did.

Tim introduced Vera to all and sundry knowing his mother was over in the kitchen and would be itching to find out what was happening. The committee had decided pork roasts were to be cooked for supper and she, as well as chatting away with the other kitchen helpers, was supervising some youngsters who were slicing apples to make the accompanying sauce.

Making their way round the room they had stopped by the kitchen door to talk with old Trevor about the security that had been arranged for all the utes (and dogs) out in the paddock serving as a car park when Vera let out a scream.

Tom rushed over to find that Mother, fortified by a couple of port and lemons drunk earlier with the other ladies, had lifted the hem of Vera’s exquisite dress to examine the fine gossamer like material just as Mrs T walking past with a roasting pan slipped on some of the apple sauce dropped by one of youngsters and deposited one rather large pork roast onto the back of the dress by way of bouncing off the top of Vera’s very modern back combed beehive hairdo!

Oh it was perfect! Mother Vera and Mrs T cried in unison.

What was perfect? cried Tom

The dress – cried Mother.

My hair – cried Vera.

The roast – cried Mrs T

Why don’t you make your way over to River’s and see what other have contributed.

Wordless Wednesday – A man and his likes

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Seen on the foreshore of Batumi, Georgia

13 October 2014

A man who knows what he likes

Taken by the one he loves 😊

Seen in a restaurant Melbourne Victoria

20 August 2017

A Gt Grandad who knows what he likes

Taken by the one who loves them both ❤️❤️

Today is Wednesday- guess where The Golfer is 😊

(and it’s not with me or the baby!)

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Wordless Wednesday

The day when bloggers post photos that speak for themselves.

 

Definitions of Concentration….

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Definitions of Concentration

* The act or process of concentrating especially the fixing of close undivided attention

* Intense mental application: complete attention.

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Can you do several things at once or are you a one thing at a time person?

Are you able to concentrate with loads of things going on around you or do you need peace and quiet to hear yourself think?

I need quiet to do bookwork and certain crafts yet if I’m in the car I need the window open to hear the other traffic so I can concentrate on the road and know what’s going on around me.

If only the person driving two cars behind me had remembered that definition* the other day as we were approaching a red light – before giving me the fright of my life by slamming into the back of the car between them and me.  Quick thinking by the driver of the middle car meant he swerved slightly and missed me by a whisker!

It’s Monday and I’m still muttering about it!!

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Cross stitch is a craft that needs my undivided attention – otherwise I end up miscounting  I should learn from experience it is hard to concentrate when The Golfer is nearby and in a ‘silly mood’ 😊

Come the winter Kiera concentates on giving the fire her undivided attention 😊

Isn’t childhood concentration a joy to behold.  Here’s one of our sons aged about 3 lining up cars and blocks completely oblivious to all about him.

Microblog Monday is found at Mel’s blog

Food on a Friday – It’s that time of the year again.

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Aunty Pam’s recipe comes out for its annual airing

complete with her ticks from years gone by

These are easier to cook at this time of the year  – no hot kitchen 😊

Greaseproof tops and bottoms cut, calico covers ready,

Bowls waiting to be filled then steamed

Several small ones this year – no need for large when only two eat it

They can be kept in the fridge or even the freezer

An ‘instant’ pudding when fancied during the year.

Delicious hot with custard – or cold with ice cream 😊

All ready for steaming – small basins only need 4hrs 😊

 

The photos below were taken as a record a few years ago – voilà

Aunty Pam’s Christmas Pudding – good enough to eat 😊

 

Have you cooked anything extra special recently?

 

Words for Wednesday (on Thursday)

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Words for Wednesday is a weekly meme where words are provided and bloggers make what they can of them.

This month River is providing the words.  This is my effort 😊

Tom and Tim 1 – Time with the Twins

Tom was puffing so much when he got to the top of the hill he really thought he was about to pass out. He once again told himself he must lose some weight especially now Tim had suggested a few days away together would be a good thing for them both.

These past few days as he readied himself for his morning shave he had stood there looking at himself in the mirror, frowning as he noticed how much further back his hairline had receded.

His brother Tim had confused him by talking about a fishing  trip in The Territory when he was under the impression they were going to South Australia. Seems the fish were bigger and better up there and you could catch something almost every time you put your rod in the water.

Once upon a time Tim had been the Supreme Champion in the fly fishing club but had conceded defeat after the terrible goings on at last year’s championship event.

Each fisher was supposed to make their own flies but because the arthritis in his fingers had become a problem he had done a despicable deed and got a youngster to make them (under my tutorage he protested when the truth came out)

Oh well, thought Tom, maybe this trip will do us both good. We both deserve a treat. Being twins meant they’d shared so much during their lives, another birthday together wasn’t going to harm them.

He thought of the fun they’d had on the last one his mother had organised for them with a banner over the door and candles on each of their cakes. That had been eight years ago – maybe he’d better put some flowers on her grave before they went away.

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It’s The Real Thing….

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I think I’ve mentioned a few times over the years how much I like lighthouses.  There are some that are tall and ‘graceful’ – others are short and aquat – and even more  that fall in between.  All flashing their lights in a regular fashion, playing their part in keeping those on the sea safe.  If we’re anywhere near the coast with a lighthouse to be seen it’s a sure bet there’ll usually be a picture or two coming home on my camera with me 😊

This one is down on the south west coast of Victoria at Port Fairy – just a short walk from town, sitting there facing the Southern Ocean complete with a bench to take in the view.

The one below is on Stone Island at Bowen Queensland.  There is a great carnival atmosphere in town the day of the lowest tide for the year because that’s the day The Walk to the Lighthouse takes place.  Click on the photo to see the line walking over on the exposed sandbar – we certainly had lots of fun!
Coincidentally they both have a football team (albeit different codes) called The Seagulls 😊

Tucked away on the south coast of the Canadian province of Labrador (which is across the Strait of Belle Isle off the north west coast of Newfoundland) you’ll find the Point Armour Lighthouse.

According to  this website as well as this one, at 33m/109ft it is the tallest lighthouse in Atlantic Canada and the second tallest in all of Canada.  It was on our list of ‘things to see’ during our 2013 Canadian trip.  As we drove up the gravel drive we mentioned to each other that it didn’t really look all that tall. But once we’d clambered out of the car into the gale force wind and struggled to reach the original keepers house we’d changed our mind.  It was enormous !

Point Armour (near L’Anse Armour) Labrador

I’ve just finished rereading The Light between Oceans – a tale about a young lighthouser keeper and his wife stationed on a light just after the First World War.  It was situated on an island quite a distance from the coast of Western Australia and these are some of her thoughts about the waters the lighthouse ‘guards’

 

Here the Indian Ocean washed into the Great Southern Ocean and together they stretched like an edgeless carpet below the cliffs.  On days like this it seemed so solid she had the impression she could walk to Madagascar in a journey of blue upon blue

Reading that reminded me of the seas at Point Armour.  They also seemed to stretch on and on forever.  Unfortunately the wind was so strong (and cold) that day I only took a couple of photos outside and for some reason I didn’t take any from the top of the building – there was so much to concentrate on (climbing over a hundred steps to the top for one thing) I was worried I’d drop my camera.

As I said reading Isabel’s description of her seas looking like a carpet of blue stretching out into the distance reminded me of the the waters below this lighthouse.  They just went on and on – not to Madascar – but north to the Atlantic and south to the Gulf of St Lawrence (and all ports in between 😊)

 

It was a bit like reading the book and seeing the film.  Similar but not the same.  Somehow I think ‘the real thing’ is going to stay there in my memory long after the words in the book!

As usual click photos for a different view.

 

Linking to Our World Tuesday 

http://ourworldtuesdaymeme.blogspot.com.au

I have often wondered…..

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I heard a song on the radio the other day that brought back a memory – something I remember being said about a family member.

‘She died from a broken heart’

These are some of my Mum’s family taken about 1940 during WW2.  An aunt, a brother in uniform, some cousins and their children  All hoping things will change and they can go on living the way they used to.  Of course we all know it was quite a few years before that happened.

 

Mum’s cousin on the right (known to me as Aunty Lena) was married to a naval officer who was on submarines.  When he and all aboard were lost at sea in 1942 she became a young widow with a young child and did as all widows at that time had to do – put on a brave face and get on with it.  She died in 1951 aged 44.

Even though I was only 9 at the time I can clearly remember family saying:-

‘Never mind what the death certificate says, we all know she died from a broken heart’

As an aside, you occasionally hear of people dying not long after traumatic events (the loss of husbands/wives/partners or other family) and I have often wondered and maybe you have also if that could actually be true – not the dying but the broken heart bit 😊

Well, it seems there could be some truth in the saying after all.

This article popped up on a website I subscribe to – it and others I’ve discovered suggest it is possible in some cases to Die from a Broken Heart.  Fairly close to the trauma that is but it didn’t say it couldn’t happen or wasn’t possible 9yrs later.

It would be sentimentaly nice to think Aunty Lena died of a broken heart and not from complications after a bout of pneumonia.

What Musical Memories do you have on this Monday ?

Linking to Mel’s MicroBflog Monday

Just look what happens……

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Now this is for your eyes only

Don’t you tell anyone I showed you 😊

Can you see what happens when I take my eye off the ball for a few days

 Yes, a change comes over the ‘usually’ tidy house

Certainly not a good look 😒

No wonder I can’t find room to cook lol

We had some sunshine outside and who wants to do housework??

Certainly not me 😎

Don’t worry I’ll get round to it

 Sometime 😊😊

A round of golf anyone?

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It’s Friday and we’ve done a lot of living, loving and travelling recently.  Maybe it’s time for some fun and laughter.  Yes – No.  What do you think?

Inbox jokes, no matter how old come in handy

This one is for all the Golfers out there 🙂

50 Shades of Golf

Four friends, long time mates, had been going on the same golfing trip for many years.

A couple of days before the group was to leave Jack’s wife puts her foot down and tells him he is not going.

Jack’s buddies are very upset that he can’t go, but what can they do?

Two days later the three get to St. Andrews only to find Jack sitting at the bar with four drinks set up!

‘Wow, Jack, how long you been here, and how did you talk your old lady into letting you go?’

‘I’ve been here since last night!

Yesterday I was sitting in my living room chair and the wife comes up behind me, puts her hands over my eyes and says ‘Guess who?’

I pulled her hands off and there she was wearing nothing but a see-through nightie.

She took my hand and pulled me into our bedroom.

There were candles and rose petals all over the place.

Well turns out she had been reading 50 Shades of Grey and lying there on the bed were handcuffs, a blindfold, and ropes!

She told me to put the blindfold on her, then tie her up and cuff her to the bed.

So I did.

Then she said ‘Do whatever you want.’

So…..here I am!

🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

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I have to admit The Golfer has been on my mind this past few weeks – he is fine and well now and yes, back on the golf course.😊

It was a case of men and their (very topical) internal physical problems.  So all you fellas out there don’t ignore unusual symptoms- get things checked out.

Thank you for all the comments and email messages you’ve been leaving – not only have I been lax in replying to many of them but I have also been very lax in visiting you.  I certainly hope to get back on top of it very soon.
Bye for now
Cathy