Drifting through life

Rundle Mall.... ......ripped up and under reconstruction. Again. while over in a high-end department store........ two bronze statues enjoyed a cup of coffee.

I've come across this term before and never given it a second thought. WASP Is it an acronym? What does it mean? Here's a passage from the story I'm currently reading:- "She was a sophisticated New Yorker and a brilliant young lawyer with no place to go but up. There were two things she wasn't though. She wasn't an international beauty and she wasn't a WASP ". Can anybody out there enlighten me?

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. multi - tasking, Caveman style.

Yesterday I showed the flowers on the plant I call jade . In comments, Delores said she had never seen a Jade tree flowering, so here I am setting the record straight. These aren't trees. They're a succulent plant that can grow to the size of small shrubs when planted in the ground. I've seen some about as tall as me and probably as big around as they are tall. The older they get, the better they flower. Especially in drier conditions. these are my four pots, marching up the steps. The biggest plant at the top of the steps is 40cm from the lip of the pot to the highest leaf tip. They are all a little under 18 months old. The three smaller ones are too exposed to the winds that come from that direction along the side of the house. They'd grow better and flower if I moved them, but the only place is along the front and that is too close to the lawn. The mower man would shred the pots with his whippersnipper. here is a close-up of the leaves . I love the red-blu...

so I thought I'd show you all what winter looks like around here. Downunder, winter is June, July and August These first two photos were taken in June . clouds coming in from the hills same sky a little to the south. The next few photos are from July early morning sun rising into a clear pale blue sky my jade is flowering my new rhubarb has begun to grow the lemon verbena cutting which I thought was a dead stick has tiny new leaves at its base the ornamental plum trees are bare, but the last leaves have only just fallen I've been told that the fruit on these is inedible. Not so . I tasted some last summer, they were juicy and sweet and I had to get in quick before the birds got them all. this is the August photo, taken yesterday morning in fact. you can see the sky is completely grey , the wind was cold and it rained most of the day. So there it is, winter in Australia.

Welcome back to Sunday Selections! This once-a- week-meme was originally begun by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock, as a way to showcase some of the many photos we all take, but don't get around to showing on our blogs. The rules are very simple:- 1. post photos of your choice, old or new, under the Sunday Selections title 2. link back to me, River , somewhere in your post 3. leave me a comment so that I know you've joined in and can come over and see what you've posted. 4. hop on over to The Elephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos. Kath and Andrew often join in as well.  Although Kath has been very busy these last few months.... I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos of the recent holiday I had way out west.  Hillary's Boat Harbour: the boats small boats bigger boats this is one of my favourite photos, I love the reflections. even bigger boats.......

On Wednesdays, Delores, from A Feathered Nest has a meme which she calls Words for Wednesday. She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, if we are able. Sometimes I look at her words and nothing at all comes to mind. This week's words are: 1. flight 2. tropical 3. balanced 4. sunstroke 5. despair 6. slime Here is my short story: Molly Raven sat in the small, cold waiting room of the little airport, copies of Alaska Magazine and a cup of coffee balanced on the seat beside her.    After all these years, her son was coming home. At Nineteen, an overjoyed Jimmy Raven had been chosen to go along on a field trip. A Training Dig they'd called it. The crew had flown out of Anchorage Airport on their way to their tropical jungle destination thirteen years ago. They were supposed to have been gone for one year.  But after six months of site practise, they'd actually found something and the field tri...