Wild
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KB Community annual Wild Food Gathering was held last Saturday at the home
of a neighbour-ish. Despite it being a short walk away we had the drive to
av...
Beware the wind
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By quarter to six the fields outside the wee house are busy with tractors.
The farmer is planting potatoes. His 17 year old son is out there helping
befo...
For Sale.
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I've mentioned before that I've had more work stolen than I have actually
sold. So, I was pleased to be sent the below.
As a lowly painter, one can ...
WEATHER AND FLOWERS
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Well, luckily, the storm wasn't as bad as predicted and no loss of life
this time. We ended up with a lake for a lawn but it drains away quickly.
A l...
Fruit bowl and table
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Nearly twelve years ago Mary decided to sit in the fruit bowl
Today Roger decided to sit on the coffee table
In almost exactly the same position
THAT BIT THE DUST
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*I love Tupperware.*
*I've had lots of it in my kitchen/pantry for well... since I left home.
So 49 years.*
*Way back in the day, when my kids were l...
Village paths and streets
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These are some of the streets and paths lead to our village center (called *le
bourg*) which is on the left bank of the Cher river deep into the river
val...
Ants
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I woke yesterday morning. Fed the dogs and cats, then into the kitchen to
make that magical brew.
Coffee.
I noticed a couple of ants.
I move the po...
Purple Delight
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Despite late frosts earlier in the month, the ever faithful Clematis has
once again returned.
And Spring arose on the garden fair,
Like the Spirit of...
Various missiles
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All the years when there were rockets from Gaza we didn't go to the
shelter. Fifty kilometers from Gaza seemed pretty far away and we just
stood in the ...
Happy Easter
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Wishing everyone a happy Easter this weekend. We are gathering as an
extended family on Sunday at our house. About fourteen of us this year.
There will...
this life and the next
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I grew up watching TV. Even if there were only 3 stations to watch and
they all went off the air at midnight, right after playing the national
anthem.
...
The scent of wisteria.....
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I have never seen my wisteria so full of blooms! I keep the windows and
back door open so that the scent will waft in, and it's the best freakin
air fre...
Books 31-36
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Tango one by Stephen Leather
In different parts of London, three recruits prepare for their first day at
the Metropolitan Police's training centre at H...
Xmas decorations
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Greymouth has 3 main streets in town. On the way home from work at night
I've been stopping to take photos of some of the shop window decorations.
It'...
A Birthday Present.
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I reached the grand old age of 62 last Friday. Like that great English
folk singer Sandy Denny once sang:
"Who knows where the time goes?"
I received ...
Quince, Life, and Puppy Dog Tales
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The season of mellow mists inevitably means that I suddenly have a deep
desire to store food in the form of jams, pickles and syrups. It also
means that...
Friday prayers
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Look at sales figures, origins, annual reports, statements from company
chairmen; become armchair investors and see what you would do yourself,
annual ...
Aoteaora's first Maori police woman
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Evelyn Mete Kingi was born Evelyn Owen in Moerewa and has been described as
a woman of resilience and character.
She was born in 1922 and joined the thir...
Farewell My Friends
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After blogging for nearly six years, I have decided to retire. Blogging
filled an empty spot in my life after losing my husband, but that has
changed...
Japandi Bedroom Makeover
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*Do you want a break from politics and British summer weather? Read on...*
“Another mural? Are you pulling my leg?”
Colin was back last month to decor...
Catching up!
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Oh dear, nearly six months since I last posted a blog. It is not that I
have been bothered to write to you. Oh no. It is because words have been
absent ...
Professing !
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Actual professing.
There are times when every learned person has the duty of stepping up to
the line and of explaining the intricacies of life from the...
Internal Garden Monologue
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If you had told me 5 years ago, I would be sitting in a house, at a table
over looking a front garden in Scotland, I would have laughed my socks
off. I...
A Note of Sadness
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One of the problems about getting so involved with these m/s recipe books
is that I feel as though I almost know the women who wrote them. I can see
how th...