Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday #280

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.

How many of us feel like this when we first crawl out of bed?
 

Monday, May 22, 2017

Musical Monday # 153

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: Phil Collins


You'll Be In My Heart
from the Tarzan soundtrack

Sunday, May 21, 2017

Sunday Selections # 328

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 are back in Stirling:

where I noticed this sweet little hand written sign outside a Sleepwear shop. I hope the owner doesn't mind that I borrowed it. 
"Buy her some sleepwear and say something nice. 
And remember, it's your fault that she wees a little everytime she sneezes. 
Love and Sacrifice!"

fiery roses! one of many bunches for sale for Mother's Day.

aren't they gorgeous?

these bunches are all in the front of the Stirling Organic Market, which is quite famous for its fresh fruits and vegetables.

bright little bunches of sunshine

and some in bright white

this is just a small selection of the bouquets on offer

there was even a free  wrapping service.

many of the trees were wearing their autumn colours, which is why I came to Stirling

some less colourful than others

many sections were multi-hued

as was this tree with many shades of yellow and orange

I saw a fat camellia bush covered in fat buds, Stirling is well known for its many camellias, some of which are a couple of hundred years old. The soil and climate are perfect for them.

here's a lovely outlook, grey bark, bright leaves, nicely set off by dark pencil pines.

the street trees have all been pruned short to keep branches away from overhead wires, at least they still look like trees. I've seen some closer to home that are quite badly butchered each year.

this is the far end of town where I walked to, then turned back and started taking photos, it's a small town along the main road, but larger in its sideways spreads.

I loved this huge old gum tree (eucalyptus) with rough grey bark below and white branches above

green, orange, yellow, and a blue sky; almost a rainbow

there is still plenty of green around, with cypress and pines everywhere and of course the gum trees

this liquidambar (?) is a mass of green and yellow stars

with just one branch of deep red stars off to one side.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, May 19, 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 Elephant's Child and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. agile
2. blast
3. cacophany
4. desire
5. eager
6. flirt

and/or: 

1. ground
2. hidden
3. injury
4. jealous
5. kindliness
6. lament

Here is my story:



When she first arrived on campus, Julia had been so eager for friendship; her innocence and pretty face made her a target for Will Lawson, the campus flirt well known for his "love 'em and dump 'em" ways. Her desire to fit in made Julia blind to the whispers and hidden laughter of the girls who knew Will well. 
Within three months, a heartbroken Julia had learned her lesson.

She turned away from the crowd, seeking the company of minority groups, the underground sect who admired her agile mind, accepted her just as she was. Their kindliness helped her overcome the heartbreak, helped her become less jealous of the rich and popular elite.


Little did they know the lament that grew barbs in Julia's heart and mind. She learned, she planned and she waited, for just the right moment.


Tonight, that moment had arrived.


The cacophany coming from the dining room meant the popular crowd were partying, the victorious football season was over for another year and not only had there been no lost games, there had also been no players lost to injury that year. 


Julia knew her entrance would not be heard and if anyone did register her appearance, that would soon be forgotten. Julia had become one of the invisible people.  She walked into the middle of the room, and unseen, planted the plastic explosive and timer under the edge of the table. Julia set the timer and walked away, still unnoticed. 

An hour later, sitting in a cafe, sipping coffee with her friends, Julia appeared as shocked as everyone else when the blast rocked the building and was heard all over campus.

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 279

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.


 

Monday, May 15, 2017

Musical Monday # 152

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: Frankie Valli and The Four Seasons


Walk Like A Man

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Sunday Selections # 327

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.


Yesterday I took myself into the hills, by bus of course, it's too far to walk, to a favourite town of mine, Stirling. It's gorgeous up there at this time of year and I took a few hundred photos of trees wearing their autumn colours, but I'll show some of those another day. 
Today we'll see a few of the sights in Stirling, but to begin, I have two photos of interesting clouds sent to me via phone by 'no-one'. You all remember who she is? 

Last Wednesday's clouds. Can you all see people dancing in these clouds? I'm not sure the picture will enlarge.

this was the sunset last Thursday. No-one takes better phone photos than I do.

here's my shadow, leaning against the post while waiting for the bus to Stirling.

Once in Stirling I walked right through to the other end, then walked my way back taking photos. 

hand painted sign just leaning against a bush.

and the chestnut man himself. Notice the wire basket right beside the $6 sign? it sits over an open fire and he turns the basket by hand while the chestnuts within get roasted. I spoke to him a while and learned he has been doing this here for thirty years. I didn't think to ask his name :(

a couple of dead trees down a side road leading to somewhere else.

a little further down that side road, this cypress looks pretty close to dead also.

a pretty decorated stobie pole

which turns out to be mosaic not painted.

this pretty gazebo is in the small park adjacent to the "new" library building

much closer to the library building is this sculpture. I have no idea what it represents, or even if it does represent anything.

closer to the other end of town is this sculpture, by a New Zealand artist, the particulars are on the post there, but I didn't photograph all the sides of that. This is just one of many sculptures along the 'Hills Sculpture Trail'.

the other park at the bus stop end of town with another pretty gazebo. in the background is a playground where my grandchildren used to play, it is much bigger now and fully fenced so kids can't run onto the road. I took a closer shot, but it has recognisable faces of dads and kids so I won't show it.

across the road from the playground is "The Old Manse"

here is a side/back view

and the front. it is used as the physiotherapy centre now.

the carpark area for the Manse is right next to this old footpath which leads onto a walking trail along the hilltop; the trail connects Stirling with the foot bridge over the freeway to a smaller town, Crafers. I've walked this trail before, many years ago with the grandchildren, coming from Crafers into Stirling. I thought about walking it again, this time from Stirling to Crafers, but decided against it. I'll do it one day when I have a friend with me, in case I fall or trip or something. Sections of it are steep, there are leaves and rocks, 90% of the trail isn't paved.

So I walked back into the town and found my favourite bakery:

where I bought a couple of pastries, apple danish and apricot danish, to bring home.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, May 12, 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 Elephant's Child and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. apple
2. balcony
3. catastrophe
4. deep
5. evil

and/or:

1. fly
2. ghastly
3. heart
4. jest
5. illuminate

I have also included two words from a couple of weeks ago, but didn't use all of this week's words.

Here is my story:

Tom's Memories Chapter Eight

After making the appointments at Curly Cuts, Tom packed up his things in his hotel room, stood a moment on the balcony wondering why he hadn't remembered being up there before, then went downstairs to ask the receptionist to hold the room for his parents who would be arriving in a day or so. She mentioned the extra days would go on his account and Tom said that would be okay. 

He took his time walking back up to the Scenic Retreat, enjoying the spectacular evening light and taking more than a dozen photos. It occurred to him that maybe his love of photography was inherited. Sara had said Cherie took photographic assignments to make money, but clearly loved her work and was very good at it. Tom's heart swelled a little with emotion; something from his mother had been handed down, something more than the colour and waves of his deep chestnut hair and the shape of his mouth. Sara had mentioned both were exactly like Cherie's had been, while the rest of tall Tom was all Frank. Cherie had been petite.


While Tom was down in the town, Ed went back to his studio and asked Stephanie to clean up and please help Sara with making the spare room nice for Tom. Her head lifted at the name and she said "I knew a Tom, a long time ago. A little boy, then he was gone suddenly". A look of confusion crossed her face then Stephanie's expression was blank again. Ed made a mental note to tell Dr Jones of this and then took a look at Stephanie's work. 


The background had been a wide confusion of yellow-brown-orange and over that were a few smudges of a particularly virulent* shade of green. With just a few masterful* strokes, Stephanie had transformed this into a sunset desert scene with several clumps of cactus standing behind long shadows. Ed was astounded. This was so much more than he had taught her, it seemed Stephanie had some latent skill that was now showing itself. This, plus her moment of awareness, made Ed hope that perhaps a breakthrough would be forthcoming. He couldn't wait to tell Sara. Maybe it was time to bring back the clocks and calendars. He'd speak to Dr Jones first though.


Years ago, when Steph had had the breakdown, time was very confusing for her and all clocks and calendars had been removed from the Retreat in order to help Stephanie's waking hours flow more smoothly. Many days were still spent in the psychiatric ward of the local hospital, but in the past year more time was being spent at the Scenic Retreat with Ed and Sara. Until now there had been no indication of Stephanie's memory returning. The catastrophe of that ghastly night was still buried deep.


Ed finished cleaning up the brushes and scrubbed paint from around his fingernails; he knew Sara preferred clean hands at the dinner table. On his way down to the kitchen, Ed glanced out of the landing window to see if Tom was on his way back yet. A familiar figure was just cresting the hill and Ed thought immediately of Frank who'd walked just the same way Tom now did. Long, easy strides, no wasted movements; the apple hadn't fallen far from that particular tree. Ed noticed Tom had his camera out and decided to ask if he would like to use the darkroom to develop his film as Cherie had. He was rather pleased to see Tom had an old style camera, instead of a modern digital one.


Sara and Stephanie wasted no time getting the room ready for Tom, fresh sheets on the bed, pillows fluffed, window opened to let the soft evening air into the room. Sara made light conversation, not expecting much from Stephanie, but watching closely in case something triggered a reply. "You're looking very well today Stephanie, you have a little pink in your cheeks, have you been walking in the sunshine? it's lovely out there now the heat of summer has gone." Stephanie looked up from smoothing the bedcover and for a moment there was something in her eyes, a glimpse of the younger Stephanie. She seemed about to say something, but instead turned away to place an extra blanket at the end of the bed. 


"We have a guest staying here tonight," said Sara. "A young man who is a photographer, I don't think that's his job, more of a hobby, but he takes his camera everywhere." Sara wasn't at all sure of this, having met Tom just that morning, but wondered if the mention of photography might bring back that glimpse of awareness she'd seen so briefly in Stephanie's eyes. "It's almost time for you to go back to the hospital, is Mrs Jones coming for you today?"  A tiny head nod from Stephanie was enough for Sara. Any communication, no matter how small, was progress. 


As a car came along the tourist trail, Ed went out to meet Tom. "Just stay back a bit Tom, the car is Mrs Jones, the doctor's wife, she's here to pick up Stephanie. I'll have a word with her, tell her about Steph's latest painting. Did you pass the message to Bill at the Post Office that I'd like to see Dr Jones soon? I probably could have telephoned, but I feel like I've known you longer and the request just slipped out. I don't mean to impose."


"It's fine Ed," said Tom. "I didn't mind and if I'm truthful I feel very comfortable with you and Sara too. It's the strangest thing, we only met this morning, but you feel like family." 


Just then, the sun sank low enough to illuminate the ocean from horizon to shore in a wide band of pink and gold and Tom turned to take several photos. "Sunset over the ocean," he murmured. "Just like when we watched my sandcastles get washed away."


(* two words from two weeks ago)

Wednesday, May 10, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 278

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.

Nerwin: A walkman? That is so prehistoric.
Nerwin: What a throwback! I can't believe it!
Broom Hilda: He'd die laughing if he knew I just bought it and haven't even figured out the instructions yet!
 

Monday, May 8, 2017

Musical Monday # 151

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: The Mamas and The Papas


California Dreaming

Sunday, May 7, 2017

Sunday Selections # 326

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 are back in my garden:

where Angel likes to keep watch, you can see his fur has almost completely grown back.

Hello!

Ooh! What's that?

this last marigold is well and truly dead

but I have rediscovered this plant growing in between the donkey's tails. I'd completely forgotten it was there, haven't seen it in months.

there are fallen leaves caught in almost everything.

all those green spears are freesias popping up by the dozen where there was just bare earth last week.

my rhubarb is beginning to look alive at last, after four years of sulking in a pot, I finally gave in and planted it in the ground where it wanted to be this whole time.

all of my jades have baby flower buds, in a few weeks they will be starry pink flowers

this is the biggest of the jades, about 75cm tall now, several others are almost as large,

in a year or two I'll have the hedge I planned.

my one remaining coprosma is showing signs of life and better colour. I decided to move the other, smaller one and discovered the roots were all wound up in a tiny tight ball, I loosened them and trimmed, but the plant died anyway. I thought it would. I'm hopeful this remaining one will grow taller finally.

more fallen leaves, speckled this time.

backlit by the lowering sun, these leaves on my Christmas plums still look dark purple from the sunny side.

some of the smaller leaves are brighter orange and red

others green and gold, with touches of orange.

I wonder who lives in here? Mr Redback? Mr Garden Spider? I won't knock on his door, best to leave him sleeping.

and here is Cap'n Jack, resplendent in his new coat of paint.