Sometimes on the way to your dream,

you get lost and find a better one.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 276

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.

Has anyone ever found Waldo??
 

Monday, April 24, 2017

Musical Monday # 149

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: Gene Pitney


It Hurts to Be In Love

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Sunday Selections # 324

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.


A random selection today:

It's autumn here so many footpaths are covered in gloriously coloured leaves. These here looked so much prettier before I got the camera out, the sun was out briefly, then gone by the time I focused.

I'm not sure if this tree has storm damage or if this is the normal bark peeling, it seems a little deep, but rather pretty also.

much progress has been made in cutting back dead undergrowth in  this yard I'm working on. Some new growth has gone too, but it was right at the end of what I thought was dead branches and already this Buddleia has new shoots along the stumps of the cut branches, so it will survive this. That black spot on the ground is Missy, sound asleep. I check every time to be sure she is still breathing.

these branches are from the hayfever/headache inducing Murraya, which I plan to remove completely.

the two bright green leafy branches here are all that is left to cut down from the Murraya. I have to be careful which way they fall** as they are up against the neighbours fence and I don't want them dropping onto his car. 
**(edit) they are down now, I cut a notch on the side I wanted them to fall, then cut into the opposite side and pushed them over as I cut. Can you believe I'm doing this with a small $5 pruning saw? 

Her kangaroo paws are flowering again, but mine have died, so I dug them out and they won't be replaced.

we had some rain on Thursday, everything not under shelter got a good drink,

it began on Wednesday night and I hoped it would wet the garden enough that I didn't have to water.  It didn't of course, and I should have watered by now, but early morning seems to be the best time and I've been sleeping until 10am. I'll have to make the effort soon.

Thursday evening the air had that lovely golden tint that hints at a coming storm, which didn't happen, Friday was sunny all day and by evening long shafts of setting sun were slicing through the garden

to highlight parts not generally standing out from the rest of the green.

Angel has found a new favourite spot to sleep, on the table right by the front door. I used to have pots with cuttings here, they have all been planted out in the garden now and seem to be surviving, but I won't know for sure until next spring.
You can see his fur is growing back nicely, he is looking much more like his old fluffy self now.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, April 21, 2017

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 Lee and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. ludicrous
2. activity
3. rebellious
4. sceptical
5. acknowledge
6. begrudge

and/or:

1. philosophy
2. foolhardy
3. advantage
4. flawless
5. discovery
6. canopy

this week I'm continuing the story of Tom and his memories 

Here is my story:

 Looking up at the brilliant blue canopy above, Tom took a moment to acknowledge his current level of sky-high happiness was a little ludicrous, but still he couldn't stop grinning. Vanessa and Robert wanted him as their son! 
He was sceptical about adoption being possible at his age, but even without that formality, Tom would be proud to be known as their son. 

For the past eight years they had stood by him, teaching him the world wasn't such a bad place, raising him with love, steering him through his rebellious teenage years, talking him out of a foolhardy plan to drop out of school and just work with Robert on the farm. They stressed the importance of education.


His mood sobering, Tom recalled vague, long ago memories of panic at being lost and alone, not knowing where his parents were or what had happened to them. He remembered years of being shunted from one foster home to another, each time rejected because of his fear-driven tantrums, nightmares and sleepwalking. Growing out of those, Tom became sullen and socially withdrawn, taking advantage of every opportunity to steal money or food and skip school.


Robert and Vanessa Moore had turned all that around almost from the first day. Instead of talking at him, laying down rules and punishments for breaking them, they talked to him and with him, encouraging Tom to speak freely. More importantly, they listened. 

They took him shopping for new clothes that hadn't already been worn by countless other boys before him, asked him to help with selecting groceries, and didn't begrudge him second helpings at the dinner table. Robert took him around the farm, showing Tom every aspect of self-sufficient farming, the crops, the small tractor, the chickens that laid their breakfast eggs, the orchard that supplied their fruit. 

Tom grew, physically and emotionally, flourishing under their care. He rarely mentioned his parents. Requests made by Robert to obtain Tom's earliest paperwork, brought the discovery that nothing before age eight could be found. There had been a fire in the office building and the records of many children had been burned. 


Putting aside those thoughts, Tom went back to his room, picked up a small knapsack already packed with notebook, a couple of extra pens and a camera and set out to find the trail Bill Money had told him would lead up to the Scenic Retreat. 

There were two trails, one easily accessible that most tourists used and a smaller goat track for those who wanted a more challenging activity. There was a small turn-around halfway up with a seat where a person could rest and Tom thought this lesser track would give excellent photographic opportunities. 
He checked his watch, Bill had said the climb might take as much as an hour, depending on how fit someone might be, saw there was plenty of time and set out to meet with Mr and Mrs Saunders. He'd leave the library and pub searches for another day.

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 275

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, April 17, 2017

Musical Monday # 148

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: Chris LeDoux



Under This Old Hat

Sunday, April 16, 2017

the exotic lilies

The exotic lilies beginning to grow in the previous post are the scilla peruviana that I featured in August last year.
I still want one and will look for them at nurseries soon.

one is all I need, as it will reproduce and grow into a large clump which I can then divide and replant.
 

Sunday Selections #323

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.


let's begin today with the biggest happening around here this week:

short little curls on the back of my head. That used to be a nine inch ponytail, but I got sick of looking like Broom Hilda every time I combed it out. I had a neighbour take the photo for me.

just down the road a bit, the big house at the front of the block is partly framed,

while smaller homes two,

and three only have plumbing pipes so far.

next door to the new homes, these exotic lilies that I discovered last year and desperately wanted one of, are beginning their new season's growth. This is one of the smaller clumps,

while this big clump has fourteen new growths. 14! I've forgotten what they are called now, but I still want one. I'll look up the archives later for the name.

There's a tree in the grounds here with the most gorgeous orange/red flowers. If anyone knows what it is, I'm happy to be told.

here's a closer look at the opened flowers.

the unopened buds remind me of the plastic fake fingertips with long nails that we wore as children when playing dressups.

back in my own garden, my white geranium is making good strong growth,

the 'black' echeveria is growing a flower spike

and its twin in the other bird bath is also growing a flower spike.

the three inch section of 'donkey's tail' that I planted here is now big enough to be hanging over the edge

this many branched, green and brown aeonium stands out among the black ones, which now also have green centres, although their leaves are much longer.

here is another one, also many branched, with smaller, tighter leaves.

I took these out of the birdbaths as I said I would, and planted them in the garden where they'll have more room to spread.

that left quite a gap in this one, so I "planted" my baby macaw.

"Mike" is now almost completely surrounded by a shady echeveria

"Paddy" seems happy enough to stay in the sun.

while I was out taking photos, my beef casserole dinner was cooking in the slow-cooker.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 

Friday, April 14, 2017

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 Lee and can be found here.

This week's words are:


1. gamut
2. lone
3. timorous
4. challenge
5. obsolete
6. common

and/or:

1. blatant
2. scenic
3. retreat
4. caress
5. compromise
6. embarrassing 

This is not quite what I wrote, (two pages of brilliance), and lost, but it's what I can remember. I'll never make that mistake again. From now on I print everything before I save or schedule). 

Here is my story:

Tom left the beach area and walked to the hotel he was staying at. On his way through the lobby he collected several brochures detailing interesting sites to see in the town and took them to his room to read while he had coffee and a snack. A few were probably obsolete he thought as he noted dates that were twenty years ago. He set those aside and sat in the overstuffed chair by the window to read through the rest, then used a pad of paper and a pen from the bedside drawer to make a list of places he wanted to see. 


Number one of course was the town library, if it was open. It was off season here right now and maybe the Librarian was also taking a holiday while the town was near empty. Number two was a blanket list of Hotels and pubs, he could ask around and maybe find out how old the places were and how long they'd been in business, was there anyone around who had been there from the beginning? His cover story would be research for his college thesis on Journalism. It was a common enough reason and if anyone questioned that he could expand by saying he was working towards writing a book.


Maybe someone would remember or had heard about a holidaying couple with a four year old son who had gone missing.

One brochure advertised a "Scenic Retreat" for hire; Tom decided that was a blatant lie since he had driven past the retreat on his way in. "Maybe the Scenic part refers to the view," he thought, as it was situated high on a cliff overlooking the ocean, "but I still don't think anyone would want to rent such a rundown shack." The lone store in town was a combination market-general store-Post Office-public phone, and after making plans to go there first thing in the morning,Tom climbed into the big, soft bed and fell asleep. 


Next morning, after a hearty breakfast of bacon and scrambled eggs, Tom walked to the Post Office section of the general store to ask for a local phone book, which he took to a table under the spreading peppercorn tree. He didn't have a name to go with the address on the back of the photo, but the listings only filled a half dozen pages and Tom was happy to read through them all to match and address to a name or place. 


He was surprised a few minutes later when Bill Money, the Postmaster gave him directions to the Scenic Retreat. "Speak to Mr and Mrs Saunders," he said. "They've been caretakers there since Stephanie's parents bought the place. They're old as Adam now, but still spry and love to chat. Sad thing what happened to Miss Stephanie though." Tom opened his mouth to ask about that, when a customer rang the service bell at the market counter and Bill rushed off with apologies. He ran the whole establishment alone during off season. Tom called a thank you to him and went back outside.

Mobile phone reception was iffy in this part of the country, so Tom used the payphone to call home. Vanessa answered, sounding a little timorous as she asked, "Where are you Tom? Are you okay? We've been worried, is there anything we can do?"  "I'm alright Mum," Tom said. "I needed to get away for a bit and your fighting was just an excuse. I've been having dreams like I had as a small child and I found a photo behind the broken Mona Lisa with a picture that matches the scene in my dreams. This address was written on the back so I came here. I need to try and find out more."


"Can we help at all?" asked Vanessa. "We could drive down, there's something we need to talk about, that's what Dad and I have been fighting over, deciding when would be the right time mostly."


Tom said, "I'd like to face the first part of this challenge on my own Mum, how about a compromise? Give me a couple of days, then you and Dad drive on down the south coast to Shark Cove. That's the address on the back of this photo. It's a jetty stretching out into the ocean and I remember playing there on my fourth birthday. There's one two storey Hotel, that's where I'm staying and I'll book you a room, okay?"
"That will be wonderful," said Vanessa. "I'll tell Dad as soon as he comes home. He's in town picking up some papers we want you to see." 


"Papers from my past?" asked Tom. "I thought they'd all been lost." "That's what we heard too," said Vanessa, "but these papers are more to do with your future. We need to all sit down and talk this over. Even though you are over legal age now at twenty, Dad and I have decided we would like to formally adopt you."


The full gamut of emotions raced through Tom at hearing these words.


Adoption! A family and home that he would properly belong to!


It was a little embarrassing to find himself crying, but through happy tears he managed to say "yes! yes!" to Vanessa before saying goodbye and hanging up. 

He felt as warm inside as he had the first time he'd felt a kind caress from Vanessa and Robert, when he arrived at the small farm all those years ago, aged twelve.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

NO NO NO NO NO!!!

I had my story all written out and ready to copy paste and instead of "copy" I clicked on "paste" and the entire thing was replaced by the Words for Wednesday blurb.  

I am devastated.  I feel sick at losing all that work. 
It wasn't my usual type for five minutes and done.
This was hours of writing and editing to perfection.
 
I should have printed it first.
I should have printed it first. 
I should have printed it first. 

From now on I will print everything before saving and scheduling.

I'm so sorry.  I'll try and remember what I wrote :(

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Whimsical Wednesday # 274

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.

Ha Ha.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Musical Monday # 147

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: Chris LeDoux


She's Tough

Sunday, April 9, 2017

Sunday Selections # 322

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.


Today we have a few photos from yesterday's walk to the shop:

olive trees everywhere are burgeoning with fruit

Cotoneasters are heavy with berries,

some of which are already bright orange.

the dwarf umbrella tree at the shopping centre is flowering. You'd like a closer look?

Better?  No?

How's this then? Enlarging the photo will help. I'll keep an eye on this, see if those pink buds actually open, or if this is all they do.

Some baby puffy clouds came floating across the brilliant blue sky,

followed by several brothers and sisters.

the date palm is looking rather magnificent, washed clean in the recent rain.

stately Norfolk Pines backed by the rest of the Cloud family.

assorted shades of green to please any eye. Autumn in Australia is so pretty.

this is where I was headed, for cat food and a newspaper, to read the Real Estate section of course, why else does one buy a newspaper?

car parking covers several areas, there is open parking, below ground parking and this section which is above the below ground section and has shadecloth to keep the sun off your cars. This area is quite popular as it is closest to the automatic doors.

interesting patterns on the trunk of

this beautiful gum tree, 

with its open spreading branches.