Drifting through life

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. Remember the butchered tree from last week? this is all that is left ☹ it's about a metre across. I'm still angry about this, but the new development on the adjoining block is covering all the area where the tree roots would be on that side and over the years the tree might have suffered a slow death, dropping branches on roof, paths, people, so while I hate this solution, it might be for the best.  these a...

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. bespoke 2. fence 3. poster 4. drained 5. splice 6. ergonomic and/or: 1. bridle 2. bent 3. wallow 4. derail 5. stoned 6. savings Here is my story: “Dad, what does ‘ bespoke’ mean?” I drained the last of my only-one-allowed after dinner beer and bent down to see what my daughter was reading. It was one of those glossy ‘rich lifestyle’ magazines where people with more money than Midas show off their mansions and yachts. Charlotte had come across an article about a bride in her bespoke gown. I explained the ...

You have all read here about the sabotaged strawberries with sewing needles being found in them.  In our newspapers there have been photos showing billions of yummy berries being dumped and buried by front end loaders. Such a waste ☹☹ Anyway- another article a day or so later was titled "Cut them up-don't cut them out" and the minute I read that title I realised how silly I was denying myself the yumminess of these sweet, sweet strawberries, because I DO cut them up.  I always have. this is about a half the punnet here's the other half, all chopped up in another bowl, a little Greek yoghurt, a little too much honey, mix well, stir in the chopped strawberries and breakfast is served 😃

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...

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...

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.

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 velv...

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 h...