Drifting through life

But in the meantime, how fabulous is this horse?  20 consecutive races, 20 consecutive wins. Black Caviar. Yesterday's newspaper was full of stories and pictures of her. Now if I was a gambling type, I might consider putting money on  Black Caviar  in her next race. But the odds don't look too inviting, the paper says I'd have to put down $100 just to win $5, not a good deal in my opinion. Luckily I'm not the gambling type, except for Lotto mega-draws. I'm lucky in other ways.....I have a job, a home, skin that hasn't wrinkled hardly at all yet.... but when it comes to winning money.......I'm a loser. None of which is important. This post is to show you the pictures I photographed from the front pages of the paper. Don't tell me horses don't smile! Black Caviar on the left, unknown horse on the right. Here she is getting a well-earned drink and splash down. Look at that smile! This has to be the happiest horse I've eve...

It's Sunday Selections time again! Time to post photos that have been languishing in your files. Bring them out and let them shine! Sunday Selections is brought to us by Kim, of Frog Ponds Rock, who wanted to share some of the older photos of the many thousands that she takes. I thought it was a great idea, so I jumped on board, as have quite a few others. I often choose a theme for my photos and this week I bring you  the only cat in the flats that hasn't immediately run away from me. The Cat.   I turned onto this path just as she was coming along it, so I stopped to see if she would come to me. Instead, she chose the rose garden, weaving in and out of the irises...... climbing up and down one of the rose bushes..... returning to the irises, staying just out of reach, only occasionally looking straight at me. she has such pretty markings, and tufted ears, reminding me a little of a lynx. She eventually chose a spot to sit and conte...

.....three..... .....two..... .....one..... .....none. No fruit!  This will never do! So I went shopping. For more fruit of course. apples and bananas this time...so of course I needed the bigger bowl. Luckily I'd just washed the dust out of it.

....but autumn is finally here in Adelaide. Skies that were still light at 8pm a month ago, are now dark at 6.30pm. Mornings are chilly, nights that were comfortably cool for sleeping are now becoming cold. Dressing gowns are being brought out of hibernation, slippers are being dusted off, fleecy tops are being washed ready to wear. And the trees are finally changing their clothes. After wearing nothing but green for the past six months we now see them in greens and golds, greens and bronze, greens and browns, golds and reds. Here are a few photos taken in my street last Sunday. gold amongst the green. green, gold and bronze. I love this red/orange shade. footpaths are carpeted in colour. fences are edged with crisp dry leaves that have a sweet tea fragrance. sadly, this fragrance doesn't last long, once the leaves have been rained on a few times the sweet smell is gone. not all fallen leaves have this fragrance, these particular trees do,  liqui...

which was presented to me by The Elephant's Child , thank you so much EC. Liebster is a German word that translates to; dearest, beloved or in this case favorite. The idea of the Liebster Award is to give it to an up and coming blog with fewer than 200 followers. – in order to create new connections, and bring attention to their wonderful blogs. I've had awards in the past and frequently forget to acknowledge them here on the blog, although I do usually thank the presenter in their comment sections, or by email. Here are the conditions that go along with accepting the award; 1. Thank the Liebster Blog Award presenter on your blog.  (that would be me) 2. Link back to the blogger who presented you the award. (again, me) 3. Copy and paste the Liebster Blog Award on your blog.  (don't lose it in amongst your documents and spend hours searching for it) 4. Present the award to 5 bloggers who have a following 200 or less, who you feel deserve it. 5. Let th...

Whimsical Wednesday is your weekly dose of giggles, brought to you by googled images, via Drifting Through Life. Today is ANZAC day here in Australia, and there may be a few sad thoughts around, so I'm hoping to spread at least a little cheer here. So that's how the water gets in!

  Hope Chests Anyone remember those? Of course you do.  Way back in those "Days of Yore", young women learned at any early age how to screw up their noses, squint their little eyes, and stab their little fingers, while stitching away laboriously at cotton or linen items for their "Hope Chest". By candlelight. Antimacassars, doilies, table napkins, silk handkerchiefs, nightgowns, all were hemmed by hand and embroidered, some daintily, others heavily covered in hand stitched designs, then packed away in a large trunk or chest or some other kind of cabinet, waiting for the day when these girls would marry and use these lovingly (?) prepared items in their own homes. I had never given any thought to getting married, certainly not to collecting stuff to furnish a home, but when I was sixteen I went to live with my mother, whose one mission in life seemed to be getting me safely married off. She began giving me gifts at Christmas and birthdays that would go i...