Brief, occasional and non-informative.
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A group of village ladies, including the farmers wife, can be found heading
down to the shore for their early morning swim. They're wearing bathing
caps ...
Weird weather
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We are having the weirdest weather here in France, or at least in the Loire
Valley. In the afternoon it's hot — around 90 degrees F. In the morning — I
get...
A new week begins
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Buttons on. It was a difficult choice but in the end I went a little
psychedelic
They stand out that’s for sure.
I’ve started on the dragonfly squ...
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The lisping choir does Aida, rather well as it happens .
I liked it.
I’ve just got home after another very busy day, and *Mary *thoughtfully
licked my s...
BIT OF THIS, BIT OF THAT
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*We have a friend arriving to visit us sometime today, but we don't know
exactly when yet. We anticipate she'll be here for either morning tea or
lunch....
Day 1.
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I came here to relax, but I still haven't been able to.
OK, I've had a few swims, but the outdoor temperature is very hot, and
we've been dealing with...
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 ...
Springtime Balloons
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The Balloon Flowers are gracing us with their prolific blooms.
Also known as the Chinese Bellflower, they are a herbaceous perennial
native to eastern Ru...
Bush Lawyer
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Rubus cissoides
Looks innocuous enough until it has you in its clutches. Escaping its grip
without paying with your skin (or shirt) is virtually impossibl...
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...
MORE WEATHER
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This was the sky first thing this morning. I know the colours are never as
bright in photos and just pushed my phone through the venetian blinds but
it ...
The completetion (almost!) of an old project....
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I am not much of a quilter. I hope to change that, but this quilt ~
intended for my youngest son ~ has been hanging around unfinished for
almost 3 yea...
Babysitting the Plants
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Last weekend, daughter and I went to the Amish greenhouses about 15
minutes away to purchase the flowers we are going to plant in a number of
urns, pots...
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...
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