Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

I AM FURIOUS! and a little heartbroken

On Saturday 27th, I went to the local market with my neighbour V and I bought a pretty pelargonium.

I'd had one in this colour once before, but it died.

On Sunday, 28th, I planted it



this morning I went to the city to buy a few Christmas gifts and when I got home, I found this>>>

someone ripped off and stole the flowering stem!

with several other stems to choose from, they took the flowers 😢😢

This is the last straw. I am never going to plant another thing in that garden.






Sunday, October 28, 2018

Sunday Selections # 403

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.


you might remember last week we were having lunch at the kiosk. After that, we headed to the gift shop near the entrance gates, we were on our way home.


inside the gift shop was this very pretty, large terrarium fairy garden, labelled NOT FOR SALE

there were bags of individual parts that could be bought to make your own garden and I bought a packet of these miniature toadstools

they came in other colours, but they had sold out

very pretty, yes?

Outside the shop, was a tall pole with security lights at the top, possibly they were cameras too, I can't be sure,

but they do look like they're "keeping their eyes on you"

a few more photos now of my favourite tree

LOVE the holes in the bark and trunk, places for fairies to live in

as some of you mentioned previously, it is indeed a Banyan tree also called a Strangler Fig

here is an upper section being "strangled"

the leaves


and a similar tree inside the gardens, while the others are outside the fence, possibly this is the same, but kept trimmed?

finally,  (away from the gardens now), a set of steep, narrow stairs that I recently climbed several times, helping someone get groceries upstairs. To the top floor.










Friday, October 26, 2018

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 Margaret Adamson and friend and can be found here.

This week's words are: 

1. haircut
2. speculate
3. dangling
4. molluscs
5. crinoline
6. couches

and/or:

1. basketball
2. thimble
3. knickers
4. juggling
5. freelance
6. parachute

Here is my story: (with most of the words):


Betty parked her car and walked around to the front of the thrift shop. Named Sally’s Sweet Seconds, it had only been open for a year, but business had been reasonably good. One didn’t normally see a thrift shop in the high end of town, but Betty supposed even the rich needed somewhere to pass on their unwanted stuff.

Fishing for the keys, she didn’t notice at first, but when she looked up, Betty stopped dead in her tracks. Six large carboard cartons labelled “donations” were blocking the entrance to the store. She managed to nudge one aside and open the door, heading straight for the phone.

“Edith! It’s me, Betty. You’ve got to get down here right away!” “Oh no,” said Edith. “What’s happened? Should I bring the police or an ambulance?” “No, no, nothing like that,” said Betty. “It’s just someone has left us a huge donation. Six big boxes, sealed with duct tape and labelled with a sharpie pen.”

Edith put down the phone and called to her husband, Gary. “I’ve got to get down to the shop, someone’s left things there and Betty needs a hand.” Engrossed in a TV program, Gary just waved a hand in her direction to indicate he’d heard and off she went.

Arriving at Sally’s Sweet Seconds, she saw that Betty had managed to drag a couple of the boxes inside. ‘What do you suppose could be in them?” said Edith. “I won’t even begin to speculate,” said Betty. “But let’s call Rosa before we start opening, she loves surprises, declaring each new box almost as good as Christmas.”

“I’ll phone her, lucky today is only a sorting day, we don’t have to open to the public, so we can take our time with these.” Rosa promised to be on her way within half an hour and the two women sat in the small kitchen at the back of the shop to wait for her. “We could probably rip off the duct tape while we wait,” said Edith. “I hate that stuff,” said Betty. “You do it and I’ll make us a cup of tea. Is there anything left in the biscuit tin?”

Sitting with cups of tea and sadly, no biscuits, the women waited for Rosa to arrive. “You know, Betty,” said Edith, “if we put a couple of small couches alongside that window wall, we’d be a lot more comfortable and others could sit and wait while their friends rummage through the racks.” “That’s a good idea,” said Betty. “I’ll mention it to Sally next time she comes around. Here’s Rosa, oh my goodness! Look at that! She’s had a haircut!”

“No!,” exclaimed Edith. “After all these years? What made her do that I wonder? Rosa! I love the new hairdo, what made you cut off all that hair?” “Bob wants to take a holiday in Mexico this summer and several people have told me how hot it is there and being on holiday, I didn’t want to waste time each day putting it all up every morning,” said Rosa. “Now let’s get into these boxes!” “You don’t want a cup of tea first?” said Betty. “Heck no,” said Rosa. “I’d rather open boxes. No idea at all where they came from?” she said as she pulled open the first one. On top of several nicely folded nightgowns sat a tray of dangling earrings. Rosa gasped. “I know where these are from,” she said.

“These are from Sally’s mother’s place. I remember cleaning these earrings for her after each outing. My mother was her personal maid, she used to tell me ironing all those crinolines was hard work and something she hoped to never do again. These are real gold and silver and the stones are genuine.”

Betty said, “Sally did say she would be clearing her mother’s house after the funeral, but these are much too good for a thrift shop.” Edith began taking out the nightgowns. “These feel like real silk,” she said. “They are,” said Rosa. “And not that second-hand parachute silk my grandma made knickers from after the war either. This is the best silk available, I don’t recall where she said it came from.” “We’ll have to put a decent price on them,” said Betty. “Did Sally say when she would be back in town?” “I haven’t heard from her in a while,” said Rosa. “She’s busy juggling kids and a job, she’s doing freelance articles for a local newspaper. Her last letter said finding time to get down here is like trying to fit a basketball into a thimble. I thought I read it to you last time we were all together.” “I don’t recall that,” said Edith. “But if these are her mother’s things, how did they get here if Sally didn’t bring them?”

“Sally did bring them,” said a voice from the doorway. Sally herself stepped into the shop and Edith, Betty and Rosa all clustered around her, like bees to their queen. I had Ryan rent a truck and we drove down late last night. We dropped the boxes here early this morning and I came to tell you I’ll be leaving Sally’s Sweet Seconds in your capable hands for the next few months. We need to stay in Jonestown until Mother’s house is sold and then decide what to do. I love your new hairdo Rosa.”

Tuesday, October 23, 2018

Ahh....spring cleaning

That one time you get into nooks and crannies that don't rate so much as a passing thought 99.9% of the time.
















meanwhile, Lola sleeps on, comfortably curled in her basket on the small piece I kept from Angel's favourite quilt.

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Sunday Selections # 402

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.


we're still in the Botanic Gardens this week, looking at those brilliant red somethings...

I have no idea what they are, but the colour against the foliage was stunning in the sunlight

the stamens inside each flower suggests a lily of some kind, but I'm happy enough not knowing. I'm allergic to most lilies.

an espaliered tree against the Digger's Shop wall, V told us it was a quince

the leaves hang rather prettily,

and the flowers stand nicely above them, reminding me a little of magnolias.

From here we went to the kiosk for a bit of lunch and coffee, hot chocolate for me though:

when we got there, we noticed ALL the chairs were different, this one pictured is gorgeous in my opinion, I wanted to carry it home. Solid wood and very heavy.

nice detail on the back slats

and the front legs

here is the back view, I took these photos while N was inside ordering her coffee and sandwich, those are V's legs you see there

a close-up of the seat. A truly magnificent chair. Possibly teak.

the empty table next to us was visited by this Ibis who kept jumping up and rummaging through the scraps left by the previous customers. I'm assuming this is a female, because the next bird has a beard so must be male.

and here he is. Of course I could be wrong, perhaps they all have beards and I just didn't notice one on the other bird.












Friday, October 19, 2018

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 Margaret Adamson and friend and can be found here.

This week's words are in fact two photographs, only one of which I have used.

Here is my story:


As the cool dark of night began giving way to the radiance of dawn, Helen rose from her small single bed and padded into her bathroom. She no longer paused at the window to watch the gold chasing away the black. The walk to town was long and she disliked being late. Hurrying through her morning wash, Helen put on the clean clothes laid out the night before, then returned to the bedroom where she smoothed the bedding and laid her folded nightgown across the end of the bed. Noticing the threadbare fabric, she decided this year a new one would be bought before the cold of winter began.

She stepped into her sandals and moved through to her kitchen/living area, where another indication of passing time caught her attention. The old round wooden spoon, one edge now partially flattened from years of stirring porridge, eggs, rice, stews. So many meals over the past twenty years. It was a humdrum existence, but Helen no longer minded. Fleeting thoughts of the long-gone fifteen year old Helen, excited and eager to learn, rarely crossed her mind these days. The routine had become comforting, with her one joy being Sunday afternoons when two new books were delivered from the town Library. Books were rare in these days of screen addiction, there were so few left and few people too, who preferred the silence of the written words over the bings and beeps of hand held devices.

Finishing her breakfast quickly, the dishes were rinsed and stacked, ready to be properly washed later that night after her dinner had been eaten. She left her tiny cottage, carefully locking the door and turned to face west, where the sky was still dark and night mist still hovered. She would follow the now useless train tracks through the mist, through the forest, to get to town, where she worked. 



Today was coupons and vouchers day, people would be coming in to get their cards stamped for the next rations of perishable goods. Those who had not worked enough hours this week would be allowed milk and eggs, but denied the luxury of a little butter.

Thursday, October 18, 2018

Kitchen Storage

Yesterday, blog buddy joeh, wrote about the storage war in his kitchen, where his beloved wife Mrs Cranky (that's what he calls her) had her dishes stacked in the cupboard like a Jenga puzzle.

I decided to show you all how I store my stuff in my teeny, tiny kitchen.

this is my crockery cupboard where everything has its place. See that white rectangular thing between the plates and bowls? And the same on the top shelf between large bowls and smaller ones.

it's a shelf stacker, lightweight metal, bought from Ikea two days after I moved in here, when I got sick of having to pull down or lift up the small plates to get a larger one.

here's a closer look, large plates on the cabinet shelf, smaller plates on the stacker, bowls are off to the side and lesser used things are up on the top shelf.

under the cabinet is the microwave, with the coloured plastic plates I use for cat food

next to the microwave, on the edge of the hotplates is the old chipped mug with the plastic forks and spoons I use for serving up cat food. For Lola of course.

two steps away, (literally two steps!), is the other corner of the kitchen which I call my coffee corner. Here you see all my mugs, which don't fit in that tiny crockery cabinet. Most of the utensils I use daily are here too, because the drawers are too small to hold everything. 
 In between this corner and the microwave corner is the sink, which you won't be seeing because that's where I stashed all the junk I didn't want in the photographs (*~*)

the jars hold International Roast Instant coffee on the left, raw sugar in the middle and Milo on the right

the tray they sit on has a pretty cups design and was found in a thrift shop for $2

the hanging shelf which holds my daily vitamins is from Ikea


and so are the rails and hooks, sold separately, the hooks being in packs of five for just a few dollars, about $3.95 I think

even my scissors and measuring spoons are up here, to be easily seen and reached

next to the hotplates, back on the other side of the kitchen again, is this utensil holder, again from Ikea, with all my wooden spoons, the small blue and white jug holds bamboo skewers and a plastic whisk, the saucer it sits on is used as a spoon rest when I need it

one step to the left is this matching utensil holder with the plastic utensils used for the nonstick cookware, all the saucepans are in the skinny cupboard just under this tiny section of benchtop. The brown stoneware container in the back corner holds herbal teabags and the smaller on in front and to the left of the plunger is filled with honey, for the tea of course.

on the wall is the big wire strainer (and you can better see the teabag pot and the honey pot.)

and my oven mitts, the small pair are thinner and more suited to bringing hot dishes out of the microwave, the striped pair are elbow length, insulated and great for getting things out of the real oven.

the plastic trays behind the hotplates catch any splatters from cooking and are easily taken to the sink for washing, much easier than me trying to reach in and crick my neck and strain my shoulders trying to wash down the tiles. 

So that's most of my kitchen, half a step left from the oven mitts is my fridge and that's right up against the door opening (no actual door just a space) to the living room.