A software glitch.
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I do not know what's going on with blogger today. I've tried to fix it but
nothing can be done and some , but not all, of the text is backed in white.
The ...
Imbolic/ candlemas
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What AI has to say about the southern hemispheres festival
Well today and yesterday were beautiful sunny days.
If we had a groundhog it definitely ...
Treats
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The treat today was half melted vanilla ice cream ( low fat low sugar)
there is nothing better on a hot day, than its thick soup like consistency,
conf...
ANOTHER FUN ONE
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*Plans for today?*
*Grocery shop for more fruit.*
*Mitre 10 for hooks to hang brooms, spade etc outside. Cos I rearranged
the area out the back door ...
August
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" The first week of August hangs at the very top of summer, the top of the
live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in
its...
Saturday Stitches
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Last week's jumper has progressed down to the split for sleeves and body.
I'm not convinced the pattern has allowed enough length in the yoke so
added a ...
Jeans; the story continues.
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It was back in August of 2016, ten years ago, when I bought a couple of
pairs of Jeans here in France.
I hadn't worn Jeans for years, and I was tempted ...
A year and 2 months Later
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It was well over a year ago that our daughter approached us asking if she
could have her wedding on our property. Since then, beginning in May which
is ...
Morning glories and mice......
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This spring I planted some morning glories that I sprouted from seed....I
remember my disappointment the next day when I came out to water them, and
al...
Multi Tasking
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There was a storm this afternoon - thunder, lightening, very, very
frightening. Unable to get outside to do any gardening I decided to use
the time to d...
TODAY'S GARDEN
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Just a few photos from today's midwinter garden.
A small patch of parsley
Some calendula in the vegie beds
a very ripe lemon on our tree
The sprouting ...
Our simple life
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"I can't believe that just yesterday we were sitting in shelters again,
and here we are now as if nothing had happened, going on that shopping trip
you ...
Books 1-7
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Bloody River Blues by Jeffery Deaver
Well, that wasn't a good start to the year! I read 125 pages (which was
more than a third of the book) and I just c...
NZ's sad attitude toward Trump
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The Broadcasting Standards Authority said in a statement that it upheld
three complaints about a story broadcast on* 1 News *on 13 September 2025.
In th...
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...
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...
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