Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, June 29, 2016

Words for Wednesday



It’s Wednesday!  
And June!

Which means it is my turn to provide you all with words to challenge your minds.
Write a story, write a poem; the choice is yours. 

Post it here in the comments, or on your own blog, it doesn’t have to be today,
but please leave a note in the comments here so we can all find you and read your creation.

Here are the words:

1. virus
2. business
3. instrument
4. special
5. complex
6. superhuman

and/or:

1. hottest
2. reconnect
3. interactive
4. driftwood
5. mystery
6. continental

and/or:

" there is a Prince Charming in all good fairy stories"  

go ahead, have fun :)

Whimsical Wednesday # 233

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.

perzackly! 

Monday, June 27, 2016

Musical Monday # 106



Musical Monday

I was introduced to Musical Monday by Delores who copied the meme from another site.

I think it’s a fun way to show off some of the music we like and brighten up our Mondays at the same time. 

I’ll be finding my clips on you tube, so will simply credit that site since there are often so many versions of everything and I wouldn’t want to accidentally credit the wrong artist.

Today’s clip is: Rod Stewart


Rhythm of My Heart

and the lyrics :)

Sunday, June 26, 2016

Sunday Selections # 282



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 Elephant’s Child to see more of her wonderful photos.
 
I usually go with a theme for my Sunday Selections and this week once again, I have garden photos for you. Not "my" garden, but the main garden in front of "my" particular block of flats. 

way over by the side fence in the part that P claims as hers is the Loquat tree. (more a shrub really)
It's that darker one at the back of the picture. All the smaller bushes in front of it were ankle to knee height the last time I wandered over there. P has planted so many things in this large section, from the fence to the path at the edge of the lawn which fronts my flat. And everything she puts in there, thrives. 

there are many of these pretty little native violets throughout her section.

and an orange Abutilon right where she can see it from her kitchen window.

it's a new plant, certainly wasn't there last summer.

probably planted at the beginning of autumn and as you can see, thriving with three flowers already. 
It's about 50cm high, just a baby.

P's rosemary bush, planted three years ago and only 8 inches tall then, is now taller than I am!

meanwhile -sigh- this is the patch right beside the driveway and footpath, at the end of the path that leads from my front porch. There is one spindly rosebush. There used to also be two pink daisies and a couple of geraniums, all of which recently mysteriously died and several small things I planted in there which mysteriously disappeared.

this is the front corner of that empty patch. I had 14 large daffodils planted in there :(
it can stay empty, I'm not putting anything else in there.










Friday, June 24, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems.
This month the meme continues right here, with words supplied by me!

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or images.   What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.

It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?

This week's words are:

1. brew
2. bellicose
3. boxer
4. bitumen
5. reckless
6. smoked ham

and/or:

1. jewel
2. plum
3. poach
4. reef
5. canvas
6. puddle

and/or: "well, that's annoying!" 

Here is my story: a continuing chapter from the previous weeks.
Old Billy arrived at Tom Feathers' caravan just after dusk on the night after the full moon. There were plenty of trees around casting shadows, making it easy for Billy to slink in unnoticed. The moon had not yet risen, an added bonus. A single note on a gum leaf whistle, followed by the hooting of an owl, was the signal Billy and Tom had always used when meeting and this night was no exception. 

Signal given and received, Tom opened the door to the caravan and Billy stepped inside. The background story was given and Tom agreed to help. He suggested a small campfire outside where he could BREW tea with the new supply of tea leaves Billy had brought. Tom had made a PLUM duff earlier with plums POACHED from a nearby orchard and dried fruit cadged from the farmer; he now sliced thick pieces for himself and Billy to have with the tea. 

Billy first asked about Tom's son Davey. The boy had spent time in jail before being transferred to a road gang that was spreading hot BITUMEN on new roads. Davey's RECKLESS and BELLICOSE nature had caught the eye of the supervisor and Davey was soon being trained as a BOXER, then consistently winning matches held in the prisons on Saturdays. 

Talk soon turned to Mary and Rick Stanton, with Tom turning his mouth down at the mention of Rick. Tom had known Mary's and Rick's families and hadn't been happy when the marriage took place, but was later delighted with the arrival of Tess and little Jackie. He knew that Rick was afraid of ghosts and unnatural happenings and told Billy this was how he planned to unhinge the abusive bastard. 

He would begin with the shoes, moving them each night as Rick slept to a different location so that he had to search for them in the mornings. When Rick left the house, his socks would be removed from the drawer and left in the empty bathtub. Everyone knew Rick liked everything to always be exactly where he had left it. Even little Jackie had collected a box on the ears often enough to know he should never touch Daddy's things. 

After a couple of weeks there would be a half eaten SMOKED HAM sandwich left on one of Mary's favourite plates. Rick would throw it away of course, but there would be another, then another. Interspersed with these things would be unexplained PUDDLES in the hallway of Rick's home, a CANVAS tent mysteriously appearing one morning, then being gone the next. Knockings, scrapings, and other noises to interrupt Rick's sleep would all help to send the man off his rocker. Perhaps the distant sound of Mary's favourite music.

By now both men were grinning widely, strong white teeth shining in the light of the moon.
"Ah, Billy," said Tom, she's a JEWEL of a girl, is Mary. I'm glad she's gettin' away."                Billy said, "I thought maybe we could leave pictures of Mary in the house too, Rick threw them all away when she disappeared and Pearl picked them all up."

Tom asked if they were planning on spooking Rick's mother too, "she sure as hell deserves it." he said. He would use the REEF of granite a mile beyond the riverbank to hide out during the days; from there he could easily make it to Rick's home after sundown.