Living in the moment.The ever changing scenes of a week gone.
A Diary of sorts
31 May being the last day of Autumn.
Remnants of Roses. A fleeting glimpse of Summer gone.
1 June the first day of Winter.
Braving the cold wind in the garden
Mending day with 60 year old faithful
3 June Saturday
Grey skies so I always go looking for colour in the garden
4 June. Sunday
Sharing Birthday lunch with family and friends.
Boys…Friends and cousins showing off their trampoline skills
Then hurrying off to fish in the dam over the hill
Driving home through the always beautiful countryside.
Worrombi and Cobbity- my favourites
Observing the low sun created shadows as it hastes to bed amongst the hills
5 June Monday
Taking deep into the soul brilliant blue skies and warm hued Autumn leaves
Finding sunny nooks amongst Winter shadows for a slow morning tea
Sitting in a warm sunroom before dusk approaches
Seeing a molten gold sun slip silently behind the western hills
6 June Tuesday
A mending, bed linen washing, soup making kind of day.
Starting off clear and windy for line drying but changing to cold and wet. Needing a cheerful fire and happy flowers kind of day recently enjoyed at our friends home.
My beloveds birthday
Wet and cold. Double bar gas heating start to damp morning
Boys in school uniforms to be picked up
Happy birthday to be sung to grandpa….we love our grandchildren. Big and small.
I love these sorts of weeks
The plain, the mundane, the grey, the ordinary mixed with the extraordinary
Find exquisite beauty where you can
However small or humble
Linking up with What Joy is mine
Artist’s palette of swirled oil paints Riotous and exuberant shapes and textures Look no further! Go visit your local nursery for a free lift of spirits Free you say! Yes definitely because no money changed hands. By letting my mind be refreshed and calmed on a hot hot day under the misting sprinkler. I remembered […] Continue reading →
Impressions from my sister in law. Memories of 1978. #farmergetsawife Agriculturalists gets a wife City bride new to the country City spouse new to the country City girl marries her farmer City miss weds her rancher All of the above are depending on from where you live in this world. Different expressions….same meaning “I married […] Continue reading →
Today the sun does shine beautifully here in Sydney. Contrast to yesterday when the same sun was out but the wind nearly blew one over. Even sitting here in the kitchen I could hear the wind gusts roaring through some tall gum trees at a park over the road. I know in some parts of […] Continue reading →
What do you see Your first impression When you compare First fleeting impressions hit the eye immediately. How plain How happy How tall she walks How sad they look How harried they appear How naughty that child Wow, beautiful or handsome Wish I had some of that But that is only an impression Not the […] Continue reading →
Glamping. A child’s perspective … We have fun glamping We have the glamping tents up lots It’s real cool Raining or sunny They are so much fun A place to chill Or pretend, ‘specially us boy cousins That’s the very “bestest fun” All you need are sheets and cushions LOTS Grandma always has heaps for […] Continue reading →
Wishing with all my heart that I could paint… Longing to paint and capture that emotion Holding our youngest grandson recently At one with the calm Australian bush scene before me Quietly standing sheltered from the rain Under the pattering metal roofed verandah Falling big plops of rain Dripping from the corrugated iron roof edge […] Continue reading →
Darting Swallows far away to our North. Where spring is underway. Busy, oh so busy, Building or repairing nests For shelter, nurture and home. Such has been life…. Moving into another house. Loving it here. A snip of a Rose here, finding a home for this. Food for a group , or just for one. […] Continue reading →
It has been so very long since my last post. So long that I cannot remember what I wrote about without checking back. If I do pause to reminisce and check my last article then the internet may drop out. The pause will be like discovering a drawer full of old photos. Memories. Ghosts. Sadness. […] Continue reading →