Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 255

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.


"Other way around Jeffrey"

I'm pretty sure Jeffrey is perfectly comfortable the way he is lying (*~*)
 

Monday, November 28, 2016

Musical Monday # 128



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:  Dean Martin

That's Amore

and the lyrics:

so you can sing along :)

Sunday, November 27, 2016

Sunday Selections # 304

Welcome back to Sunday Selections.

Began 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.

I usually have a theme for the week and today I'm featuring things within five minutes from my front door.

beginning inside, my Tupperware measuring cups and spoons. I was using these recently when making a banana cake, thinking about when I bought them, and realising they are older than my third child who recently turned 40.  They've had a lot of use over the years and are holding up well.

sweet berry truss tomatoes that I bought at the supermarket, they're about the size of a large strawberry and so bright and shiny, I wanted to put them on display, but ate them in salads instead.

Moving outside:

two rainbow lorikeets resting in between feasting,

and this brown bird with what I call a "rusty" call. I have no idea what type of bird he is, but there are lots of them around here.

a golden tree among the green, lit by the setting sun.

notice the gap there? Sky clearly visible? There used to be a fejoia tree there. A really big, really old fejoia tree.

here is half of it, lying across the footpath. It broke in the very strong winds we had two Sunday nights ago.
By the time I came home the next day, this part was gone, cut up with a chainsaw and fed into a chipper.

Here is one break point,

and here is the other.

on the Tuesday afternoon, the yard had a much bigger empty space behind the roses.

the rest of the tree was gone too.
 It was too old and too damaged to survive another gale force wind, the trunk was weak and hollow, the canopy too top heavy.

even the stump is hollow in the centre.

a neighbours hollyhocks didn't fare so well either,

with several stalks breaking completely and blowing away down the road, although we can see here most of these were cut previously.

And to finish:

my shot of the supermoon, which looks suspiciously like a perfect circle cut into a sheet of black paper.
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, November 25, 2016

Wednesday's Words on a Friday

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 supplied by Carolyn McBride and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. complicated
2. rodent
3. humor
4. theology
5. nature
6. sarcastic

Here is my story:

I don't know about you, or anybody else for that matter, but my life doesn't seem to be at all complicated. I am a simple person, with a sense of humor, sometimes sarcastic in nature, more often quiet and self-contained. 

I'm not highly educated, there are many things I don't understand: theology, quantum physics, higher mathematics. Perhaps surprisingly, I also don't understand people and how to interact with them. People offer me clues; look for the body language they'll say, but I can never see any. Read their faces, I'm told. Again, nothing. But I get along okay and I have friends. 

I like almost everything, though there are things I don't like, cockroaches for example and those tiny midgy drain flies that are so hard to swat. I'm not fond of rodents either; I don't begrudge rats and mice their place in the world, but they can stay out of my home. Please. 

Overall, I think my life is pretty good. I enjoy our world and all (well, most) of the wonderful things in it. I'm enjoying our Earth; I'm happy to be alive.

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

Whimsical Wednesday # 254

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.

 (*~*)

Monday, November 21, 2016

Musical Monday # 127



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:  two for one - Michael Buble

Sway
his voice does nothing for me, but the dance is worth watching

and: Dean Martin

Sway
I've had this one on before, but it's worth another look; a gentler version of the dance.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Sunday Selections # 303



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 we'll continue wandering around the gardens of the flats here.

another view of the daphne, this is the side facing the sun
 
the left is a tree, the right is the daphne again and under both is something with glossy leaves. It's a very full little garden patch, these things have been growing for some years, all well established when I first moved here 5 years ago now.

someone's pretty glass birdbath,

hanging baskets waiting for new plants,

pots-in-waiting,

and a pretty place to sit and drink tea, I often see her there, she's a very nice lady.

her sage is growing well and flowering too!

I have no idea what this plant is, but perhaps someone can tell me? Anybody?

long, holly type leaves, red flowers, green berries. The bush is about hip height to me, about 75cm.

the mulberry tree, this pale fruit is the unripe version, it will soon turn red,

then black and sweet. This is when you eat them and get your fingers stained red/purple :)
I was eating a few one day when a new immigrant of the headscarf-wearing nationality stopped and asked me about them. I told her which ones were edible and since the tree is in open ground they were available for anyone. Big mistake. From then on, each season, the tree is stripped of ripe fruit every couple of days, leaving very few black mulberries for me to enjoy. They collect them with a big bowl :(
On the day I took this photo, that one mulberry was all I could find among the unripe ones.

Euphorbia, which I know as spurge is blooming now too, the flowers stay green, as you see here and don't seem to have any scent; none that I can detect anyway.

the leaves are thin and strappy, a few inches long, my cutting didn't survive, I think it was too small. A whole branch might have a better chance, but I'll probably buy one at the nursery instead.

Now I have a plant I have never seen before. See that ball-headed tall stem?

the thin strappy leaves in the centre here are the base of the plant, you can see the tall stem growing from the centre, looks a bit like a green bamboo pole.

Way up high is the ball-headed flower.

here it is from the other side, with the sun showing the true colour of the flower.
Does anyone have any idea what this might be?

One last photo:

a pretty windspinner I spotted while walking back to my flat. I must remember to ask the occupant where she bought it, it's very sturdy, doesn't appear to be plastic, possibly a lightweight wood, maybe balsa.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

Friday, November 18, 2016

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 supplied by Carolyn McBride and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. starship
2. unicorns
3. dogs
4. life
5. coma
6. stroke
7. fiction
8. award

Here is my story:

As a very young child, Bernadette was often lost in daydreams of castles filled with fairies who rode around on pink unicorns.

A little later during the pre-teen years her thoughts switched to the stars and as she watched each Star Trek episode Bernadette dreamed of one day being captain of her own starship. Zipping through the universe, discovering life on other planets seemed like a fabulous way to live. Bernie wondered a lot about Pluto. Would she find dogs there? Was the planet named after the Disney cartoon dog?

Throughout the years as Bernadette watched more and more television, her mother would warn her that one day her mind might just get sucked into those advertisements and her body would be left in a coma right there in the armchair. Bernie just laughed at that, of course it wasn't at all possible to have one's mind sucked in. 

Now at fifty-five, Bernie sits by the fire in winter, out on her deck in summer, strokes her dogs and cats and gives thanks to those early television years that gave her so much to imagine and led her to write so many award winning fiction novels.