Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Sunday, September 23, 2018

Sunday Selections

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.


Back again? Nice to see you :)

here's that happy sun shining again

while the clouds continue heading east and south to hang over the hills

closer to the ground now, more little balls of sunshine: lemons in S's tree

flower buds on her sage



pots-in-waiting

her bluebells are out, mine will take longer, she is further west and gets a tad more sunshine daily than I do

bright red berries on the cotoneaster


I like this old square terracotta pot

now for something not so nice:

my favourite gum tree has been horribly butchered,

look to the right and see the two branch stumps facing the new house construction. They were reaching all the way to the scaffolding, with one of them inside a window frame. All they had to do was trim back those two branches :(

instead, this is all that remains of a canopy that once covered easily ten metres of sky, creating an ocean of shade below and being home to many small birds. I cried when I saw it.

let's finish with something prettier, a perfect pink rose.
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Friday, September 21, 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 again supplied by Delores and can be found here.
This week's words are: 

1. perfume
2. blanket
3. blue
4. market
5. voltage
6. feline

and/or:

1. exotic
2. throttle
3. oven
4. comprehend
5. toss
6. trespass

Here is my story:



How long had it been since that day at the market? She no longer knew. She barely remembered buying the new high voltage battery he’d wanted for the generator, also a new baking dish, hoping it would fit in the old wood fired oven.

Since then, every day was a blur, a dream like state she didn’t seem to be able to wake from. At night she would toss and turn, then the nightmare would begin again. Rising from the bed, she would pick up the blue blanket from the floor where it had been thrown. 
Once a favoured cover for their bed, it now smelt vaguely of the exotic perfume worn by that hussy, who, with feline stealth, had dared to trespass in her house. In her bed.

She could not comprehend how this had happened. 
That day, returning from the market, and finding the hussy's clothes strewn upon the stairs, she had wanted to throttle him for allowing it to happen, but as her rage built, she climbed the stairs to their bedroom with the bread knife in her hands. As they slept, closely entwined, she stabbed and stabbed, until her rage subsided and grief and exhaustion took over. 
She'd slept then, with them. 
In the bed, in the blood. 
And every morning since, with her mind broken, she would again rise from the bed, pick up the blue blanket, and holding it, wonder why it smelt vaguely of that exotic perfume.

She never looked back towards the bed, where the bodies still lay.

Sunday, September 16, 2018

cake recipe please?

My neighbour V visited me this afternoon, just as I was about to go to her home, so we sat in my recliners and chatted and laughed and I got to put off the vacuuming again. Yay!

Anyway, she mentioned a birthday cake M had a couple of years ago, M couldn't eat all the leftovers herself and gave a slab to V.

A sponge cake flavoured with Angelica. 
Yes, that's right, flavoured with not decorated with.

V asked today if I could possibly find a recipe online.

Well, that could take me forever... and most recipes I've found so far have to do with crystallised angelica used for decorating, there's nothing out there suggesting a sponge cake flavoured with the angelica.

So if anyone out there knows of one, please post it here or on your own blog if you prefer and I'll come on over and read it there. You'll have to leave a link.

Of course if I do find a recipe, I'm going to have to make it for her, V is 83 and has never baked a cake in her life.

Sunday Selections

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.


continuing from last week:

that same bright sunshine but the clouds have moved on

here they are hanging around over the hills area, with a blue sky smile peeping through

all the local hawthorn bushes are covered in buds

one of the more funny characters living in these flats, I won't show his face without asking him first

cyclamen are everywhere

and I do mean everywhere

the deep purple velvet of pansies is a favourite of mine, it's the colour of dreams

a weather-beaten daisy is still beautiful

colourful geranium leaves

spurge (euphorbia) is blooming again

I like the 'pixie-hat' shape of the tiny flowers

the gorgeous red bronze of new growth on the roses

coming back for more next week?














Friday, September 14, 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 once again supplied by Delores and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. left
2. bachelor
3. dripping
4. movies
5. doorway
6. mansion

and/or:

1. bunion
2. forlorn
3. estate
4. plush
5. clump
6. rags

Here is my story:


I’d walked through the rusty, once white, wrought iron estate gates and now stood staring at the wreck that was once my Uncle Christopher’s mansion. It looked very little like the photograph I held in my hand. Uncle Christopher had died a decade ago and the estate had only just become mine after a long futile search by lawyers for any other remaining members of his family.

The house looked forlorn, with its sagging upper porch, the lower porch lying on the ground in pieces, although the steps leading up to where it had been were still in place and looking strong.

(not quite what I pictured in my head but you get the idea, thanks google images)

Window glass was mostly broken, with the tattered rags of what appeared to be red velvet curtains fluttering through them. A flagstone path led the way through wide, shady oak trees, dripping from the recent rain, and flower beds dotted the large lawn areas. The grass was much too long now to be called a lawn, but a few weekends of work would soon sort that out.

I still wasn’t sure if I would sell the place or live in it after I’d fixed it up. It reminded me of the plantation houses I’d seen in movies, with a huge double doorway entrance, presumably for old-fashioned skirts with wide hoops and many petticoats to swing through.

A clump of bright blue off to my left caught my eye, and I pushed through the long grass to find a bed of bachelor’s buttons, easily recognised because my mother also grew them. Maybe they were a sign I should stay? 

(bachelor's buttons, also known as cornflowers, thanks again, google images)


I could see the potential in the bones of the house.

I could also see the miles and miles of fields behind it. That was far too much land for me. Perhaps I could sell those fields to farmers on either side? Just keep the acre the house stood on and a small section behind it for a vegetable garden.

I sighed and walked back to the path leading to the porch. I climbed the steps, thankfully they were as strong as they looked and leaped across the gap to the doorstep. Clinging to the handle, I managed to turn it and push the door open. A large, solid object moved aside as I pushed and I soon found it to be an overturned plush green sofa. I stood it upright and sat down a moment to relieve my aching feet. I’d definitely have to get something done about my bunion if I was going to work at restoring this place.

As I walked through, inspecting each room in turn, I came to a decision. Sell the fields, use the money to restore the house and live here for at least a year before making any final decision.


Wednesday, September 12, 2018

ALERT! ALERT! (Australia only)

Channel 9 news tonight: Nationwide recall of sabotaged strawberries from a farm in Queensland, two brand names that I didn't catch, but from the one farm. 

In Queensland, New South Wales and Victoria, punnets of strawberries have been found to have sewing needles deliberately place within the berries. 

One man is hospitalised after swallowing a needle. 

Tell everyone you know who buys strawberries. 

None have been found here in South Australia, but I sure as heck won't be buying any strawberries from Queensland, and just to be safe, not from anywhere else either for a while.

Sunday, September 9, 2018

Sunday Selections

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.


Spring has been springing about here in South Australia, giving us wild weather moods and bouts of prettiness:

bright sun behind gathering storm clouds

the wind blew a few of them away


the street trees are wearing bright green coats of new leaves

does everyone see the bird in this old broken branch?

millions of sneeze inducing blossoms on my plum trees, dozens of bees too


my star flowers are overflowing the pot

bright clivias are flowering again under the shade of a giant lilly-pilly tree

a barrow of pretty pansies

pots too

all watched over by this charming gentleman


a river of daisies, with>>>

a bonus butterfly 😀

more next week.

Happy Birthday to E, my brother's grandson who is five years old today.