Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Monday, December 5, 2016

Musical Monday #129



Musical Monday

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: Conway Twitty

It's Only Make Believe

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Sunday Selections # 305

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Began 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 in 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.


I usually have a theme for the week and today we're just wandering around close to my home.


Angel is with us, 

pretending that he isn't watching every step we take.

this is my biggest echeveria, from which all the smaller ones have originated. Notice anything here?

It's flowering! I didn't know they did that.  😁

three stems on this side,

two more over here. Mike and Paddy, the miners, are hiding behind the flowers. I thought about moving them, but the flower stems will be cut eventually, then Mike and Paddy will be more visible again.


this miniature ground cover disappeared the first year I planted it, then popped up unexpectedly the next summer. It's flowering too and spreading...

way over to the pot on the steps!

I have self-seeded dwarf french marigolds about to flower,

two in the one pot. The almost bare stem in the middle there is the white geranium cutting from several weeks ago. It looks like it may not make it, this particular pot dries out much too fast; I'll move the geranium into a partly shaded area soon.
 

the pigface has made some strong growth,


this other succulent leaf is looking very browned off. I'm leaving it there, possibly just when I think it is dead, it may show a new baby leaf at the base. If not, I'll collect another leaf next time I'm out walking that way. And I'll photograph the plant, so maybe someone out there can tell me what it is.

the newest growth on this plant is a mass of tiny pink bubbles, they'll grow to look more like jellybeans, then longer leaves and the colour will change.

one of the pretty pink roses at the end of my front path.


we now have signs at each entrance to the complex warning motorists of the blue-tongue lizards that like to sunbake on the roadway. Many of the newer tenants haven't known about the lizards before, as they've moved into flats during the winter and spring when the lizards are still hibernating.

across the driveway from my garden is this tree with pretty, bright green new leaves

and pretty, feathered flowers.

here's a close-up, so you can see the 'feathering' is actually the stamens with yellow pollen tips. The tree was buzzing with hundreds of bees, but I couldn't catch one on camera, they were just too fast.


they begin as tight little round buds,

here's one beginning to open, you can see the stamens already pushing through.

when the flowers finish, the tree is left covered with tiny gum nuts, the dried base of each flower, which is now hard and woody.
 
they eventually fall to the ground creating a thick mulch which takes years to break down.

this whole area, which has two of these trees, is thickly carpeted with the gum nuts.

Next week, sulphur crested cockatoos.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Friday, December 2, 2016

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 Carolyn McBride and can be found here.

This week's words are:
1. merkin
2. kibbe
3. truck
4. supernatural
5. sozzled
6. chubasco ( severe squalls of wind & rain, esp. along the west coast of Central America)
7. whiskey
8. sunshine

Here is my story:

I groaned and rolled over on the seat, holding my head.  Never again, I swore to myself. 


I'd parked my truck near the edge of the cliff and sat there for hours getting sozzled on whiskey while watching the chubasco rage over the opposite shore. If it turned this way, I'd be in deep trouble, those windy squalls could easily blow a small truck like mine off the edge.
Luck was with me however, and the chubasco turned west and blew itself across across the open fields there.


Why was I drinking myself into oblivion? My girlfriend, my newly ex-girlfriend had been seen cavorting in the woods, with her new boyfriend, in nothing more than a merkin. A merkin! And for me she'd played the demure innocent. 


I'd stolen Uncle Simon's biggest flagon of moonshine and headed for the clifftop.
Now, my head felt like someone was splitting it open with an axe, the sunshine through the windshield so bright it was almost supernatural.


I sighed and started the truck, turned it around and headed for the road. I'd have to ignore the splitting of my skull until I got home. With luck Aunty Colleen would have saved me some of her famous Kibbe


A full stomach and some of Uncle Simon's "cure-all" would help me sleep until the hangover was gone.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 255

Welcome back to Whimsical Wednesday!

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


"Other way around Jeffrey"

I'm pretty sure Jeffrey is perfectly comfortable the way he is lying (*~*)
 

Monday, November 28, 2016

Musical Monday # 128



Musical Monday

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:  Dean Martin

That's Amore

and the lyrics:

so you can sing along :)

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Sunday Selections # 304

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Began 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.

I usually have a theme for the week and today I'm featuring things within five minutes from my front door.

beginning inside, my Tupperware measuring cups and spoons. I was using these recently when making a banana cake, thinking about when I bought them, and realising they are older than my third child who recently turned 40.  They've had a lot of use over the years and are holding up well.

sweet berry truss tomatoes that I bought at the supermarket, they're about the size of a large strawberry and so bright and shiny, I wanted to put them on display, but ate them in salads instead.

Moving outside:

two rainbow lorikeets resting in between feasting,

and this brown bird with what I call a "rusty" call. I have no idea what type of bird he is, but there are lots of them around here.

a golden tree among the green, lit by the setting sun.

notice the gap there? Sky clearly visible? There used to be a fejoia tree there. A really big, really old fejoia tree.

here is half of it, lying across the footpath. It broke in the very strong winds we had two Sunday nights ago.
By the time I came home the next day, this part was gone, cut up with a chainsaw and fed into a chipper.

Here is one break point,

and here is the other.

on the Tuesday afternoon, the yard had a much bigger empty space behind the roses.

the rest of the tree was gone too.
 It was too old and too damaged to survive another gale force wind, the trunk was weak and hollow, the canopy too top heavy.

even the stump is hollow in the centre.

a neighbours hollyhocks didn't fare so well either,

with several stalks breaking completely and blowing away down the road, although we can see here most of these were cut previously.

And to finish:

my shot of the supermoon, which looks suspiciously like a perfect circle cut into a sheet of black paper.
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, November 25, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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 Carolyn McBride and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. complicated
2. rodent
3. humor
4. theology
5. nature
6. sarcastic

Here is my story:

I don't know about you, or anybody else for that matter, but my life doesn't seem to be at all complicated. I am a simple person, with a sense of humor, sometimes sarcastic in nature, more often quiet and self-contained. 

I'm not highly educated, there are many things I don't understand: theology, quantum physics, higher mathematics. Perhaps surprisingly, I also don't understand people and how to interact with them. People offer me clues; look for the body language they'll say, but I can never see any. Read their faces, I'm told. Again, nothing. But I get along okay and I have friends. 

I like almost everything, though there are things I don't like, cockroaches for example and those tiny midgy drain flies that are so hard to swat. I'm not fond of rodents either; I don't begrudge rats and mice their place in the world, but they can stay out of my home. Please. 

Overall, I think my life is pretty good. I enjoy our world and all (well, most) of the wonderful things in it. I'm enjoying our Earth; I'm happy to be alive.