Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, March 26, 2017

Sunday Selections # 320

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.


Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.


If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


Today we will see more of the photos I took walking to and from the local shopping center last week.

this looks like a banana palm to me, but probably a sterile one,

the dried flower husks you see here would have developed into bananas, you can see the black stem at the top of one bunch, this would have supported the bunch of bananas and is where the bunch would have been cut from the palm.

Abelia Grandiflora, with some white flowers still intact; the pinkish coloured parts are where flowers have dropped off.

I have no idea what this plant is, it's quite tall, I find the berry formation quite pretty to look at

and the tiny yellow flowers too. Enlarging the image will help you to also see the tiny, tiny, yellow spore-like parts just above the flowers. 

a pink and white hibiscus flower beginning to open

this plant is called Gaura, but most people call it butterfly bush. Tall and spindly, growing to a sizeable clump, it looks like a lot of butterflies dancing in the breeze.

there is a newer pink variety,

and the original white.

conifer leaves, these are on one of the tall, slim variety, similar to pencil pines.

golden sunshine on green palm leaves

looking up into the branches

of a Jacaranda tree. I love the tracery of dark branches against the bright foliage

zooming in on another Jacaranda across the road, with it's heavy crop of seed pods.

agapanthus clumps are also dropping flowers and setting seeds now

another plant I don't know the name of, a bushy small tree (large shrub?), it has gorgeous green and bronze leaves and the large yellow flowers resemble hibiscus. I have shown the flowers on this blog but a long time ago now, so when it flowers again, I'll take more photos.

my local shopping centre has installed a new entrance ramp off a side street footpath, away from the main traffic entrance,

wide enough for mobility scooters and wheelchairs, also prams. The small foot traffic path alongside the main entrance is far too narrow and people on mobility were using the road, which is unsafe with cars coming and going around corners.

it has a nice long sloping ramp at the carpark entrance end, so there is no jarring bump, unless someone misjudges and comes off too soon.

there are similar ramps all over the carpark area for ease of movement with shopping trolleys, (carts), prams and the mobility scooters. It's a very user friendly shopping centre.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, March 24, 2017

Wednesday's Words on a Friday


The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. kitchen
2. multiple
3. facility
4. wing
5. gourmet
6. straight

and/or:

1. pancake
2. flipping
3. considered
4. decent
5. apart
6. weak

Here is my story:  a new installment for Papa's Cookhouse.

Chapter Three.

 While work began with the emptying and cleaning of the old woodshed, Papa worked out the next part of is plan. First, a to-do list of people that must be contacted, followed by a second list of things to be done. 

Number one, of course, was a long chat with his old friend Philip Pfeiffer. Of similar age to Papa, Philip was a master craftsman, a carpenter with the enviable talent of being able to take a vague outline of an idea, then delivering exactly what the customer wanted. Philip was now semi-retired, handing the business to his sons, Duncan and Patrick, while keeping his hand in as manager/supervisor/consultant and gatherer of new clients. Years ago, Papa and Philip had worked together building the current 'Papa's Cookhouse' when the original small kitchen became inadequate.


Second on the list was a call to Jim Macleod, overseer of a prison half-way house where young first offenders were under the guiding hand of a trusted long term prisoner, Oliver Machenko.


Oliver Machenko was a cook, working in the kitchen of the low security prison halfway up the state.


He'd worked his way up from maximum security, with multiple stays in solitary confinement, to regular prison. Now here he was in a minimum security facility, little more than a half-way house really.


The kitchen was his domain: his menus, his methods, his rules. Oliver was a trusted man now. New inmates, first offenders who were in for rehabilitation were taken under his wing and taught to cook.
Nothing fancy, certainly not gourmet, high-end restaurant meals, but plain cooking that would possibly help a young man turn his ways around and go straight. The sort of cooking that would get a man a position as a short-order cook in a diner perhaps.


Not all the newbies were interested or had a flair for cooking, but most seemed grateful for the chance to learn how to make a decent pancake, scrambled eggs, mashed potatoes and sausages with a good onion gravy. Flipping burgers while keeping an eye on the bacon and stirring the onions so they didn't burn - any young man who learned that within a week or three was considered a cook by Oliver. And of course there was coffee. A decent cup of hot coffee was what set a diner apart from all the rest and Oliver taught his boys well. Coffee made in Oliver's kitchen was never served lukewarm or weak.
It seemed that Oliver had finally settled down.


Jim Macleod finished reading Oliver's latest parole application and sat back in his chair. The phone call from Papa had come at just the right time. The parole board was meeting next week and Jim felt that Oliver and a couple of his young 'trainees' were ready to stand before them and plead their cases for release.

Thursday, March 23, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 271 (on a Thursday)

Welcome back to Whimsical ummm, Thursday. Doesn't quite "sing" does it?

The day for your googled giggle that gets you over the hump and sliding down into the weekend.

Your call will be recorded for training porpoises.
 

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Words for Wednesday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:


kitchen
multiple
facility
wing
gourmet
straight

and/or

pancake
flipping
considered
decent
apart
weak

Have fun!  My story will appear at this site on Friday. If I can think of something.

Monday, March 20, 2017

Musical Monday # 144

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 


I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.


Today’s clip is: Neil Sedaka


Laughter In the Rain

Sunday, March 19, 2017

Sunday Selections # 319

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Begun way back in the mist of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by me, with a drastic relaxation of rules.


Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please.


If you are participating, please leave me a comment so I can buzz along and have a look.
Elephant's Child always participates, and her pictures are always worth seeing.


Today (yesterday) we're taking a walk from my home to the local shopping centre, because I'm out of ice cream and that just won't do. Also to buy the newspaper to read the Real Estate section, something I do every Saturday.

A new home foundation on the block down the street. Again, this will be two homes on one block, but instead of side by side, these will be one in front and one behind.

and protected by Termi Mesh, which is a great idea that I will use if I should ever be lucky enough to build a home.

winning one of these would help a lot.

daytime temperatures are still too warm, but nights are cool, so it's autumn here, and lillypilly trees are heavy with gorgeously coloured berries

the street trees, Chinese Elm? Chinese Tallow? 

have bunches of papery bronze seed cases

which look like lanterns to me, so I call them Lantern Trees

some roses are still flowering

others have browned off
 while some are already forming hips

some of the gum trees already have bunches of gumnuts

others continue to flower

even as their own seed pods (gumnuts) develop
 
Jacaranda flowers are long gone

replaced by seed pods, some still green, others browned and opened to release the seeds.

pomegranates shine within their greenery

leaves are yellowing


and falling.

mid-morning sun shines through palm fronds 

yet the moon is reluctant to leave, even at 10.15am
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 


Friday, March 17, 2017

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by me and can be found right here.

This week's words are:


1. riverbank
2. leadership
3. impressive
4. watchful
5. gifts
6. cheesecake

and/or:

1. fountain
2. neck
3. conclusion
4. singed
5. purple 
6. lion

Here is my story: Papa's Cookhouse Chapter Two

(Chapter One can be found here: 
http://river-driftingthroughlife.blogspot.com.au/2015/03/wednesdays-words-on-friday
If the link works, otherwise find it in the archives for March 20th, 2015)

As soon as the Police Station opened the next morning, Papa, Ed and George walked in the front door.
Nathan had left his statement with the officer on morning shift and now Paul ushered all of them into a side room away from the front desk. He listened as each man explained his part in the fight, typing as he did so, then gave each of them the typed statement sheet to read and sign. No criminal activity had taken place, but the statements would come in handy if there was any dispute later with the insurance company.

Ed's face was a colourful sight, with two black eyes and very red cheeks surrounding a white plaster across his broken nose. Ellen had driven him to the hospital after he woke from his faint and Papa had suggested he take the next couple of days off. George had apologised for swinging the soup ladle, adding that he'd been having a rough day and Ed's constant harping on "prettying things up" had been the last straw.

Leaving the station, Papa led the way to the riverbank, where they all sat on the grass and watched as the nearby fountain sprayed cool water into the still air. Keeping a watchful eye on the two men, Papa began to speak. "I know you've been plating ribs a long time now George, and I appreciate your help, I'm too old to do this alone now. People have come to expect our ribs and potato salad will always have a certain quality and style, so we'll keep things the way they are in that regard. But Ed has a good point about garnishes and trimmings, the little extras that make things a little bit special. So I've had an idea. What do you think about expanding?"

"Expanding what?" asked George. "The kitchen and dining room are big enough, we can easily fit whoever comes and there's the outside tables too."

"Right," said Papa. I'm talking about expanding the menu. Ribs and salad have been fine for all the years since I opened, but maybe we can add something sweet. A dessert bar. There's the place for prettying things up. The woodshed backed up to that side wall can be cleaned out and rebuilt a bit to hold a fridge and shelves, add a few tables and more outside tables under that big oak tree. We'll build a flagstone path leading to it and Ed can run that side while you keep on with the ribs and salad. What do you think?"

"I like it," Ed said thickly. Speaking wasn't easy with a broken nose. "I know a lot about desserts, the sweets cookery was my favourite part of the course I did. We could do cheesecakes to begin with, everybody likes cheesecake, see how it goes and introduce more options if it takes off. I do a great apple pie."

George said, "Sounds good, how about we break into the wall between the dining room and the woodshed, make a wide archway and add a low step as a divider. How soon can we start?"

Papa said, "We can start right away with clearing out the woodshed, move all the stuff in there to that old outdoor kitchen where I first started, but we'll have to wait on the insurance money before we can build shelves and buy the extra tables. And another fridge."

Getting up from the grass and walking towards The Cookhouse at the edge of town, they met Nathan on his way in.  Papa and George told him about their ideas and Nathan was highly approving of the thought of cheesecakes. He commended Papa on his impressive leadership skills, adding that many bosses would be in a quandary over which worker to fire instead of hatching a plan to keep both.

Papa idly scratched at the back of his neck, wondering if now was the right time to tell the rest of the idea. Maybe not, he decided. Let the new ideas reach full conclusion, then have another riverbank meeting to spring the latest development on them. There was plenty of time, he could work out the finer points and then lay it all out before them.

** I've discovered the link doesn't work, so you'll have to find chapter one in the archives listed on the side bar. I'll have to learn how to do a link, must have missed something.