Mother Nature's Bounty
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Meadow wildflowers make me smile.
"He who is born with a silver spoon in his mouth is generally considered
a fortunate person, but his good fortune...
Tuesday
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Hello, I’ve slept heavy
I’m back on holiday today which is great timing.
So I’ve got a list as long as your arm of jobs to do, in between a couple
of th...
A quiet evening.
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Town is swamped with parents dropping off their offspring. Home Counties
mothers park on double yellow lines, tailgates up and warning lights
flashing, ...
Return to Blighty
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We've now been back in Albion for a while; that Green and Pleasant Land,
where we Brits never shall be Slaves.
Those polluting Dark Satanic Mills are no...
YES OR NO?
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*First up for the day?*
*Coffee & Chat down in the Community Centre.*
*Hopefully it's a nice group, with good conversation.*
*Once that is done, I'll ...
Washing and sewing
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the day had been filled with washing. Lots of washing. I didn’t do any
over the weekend so I had three full loads
I folded all the dry clothes to make ...
Cucumber Abundance Solution
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For the past few years I have basically not bothered with planting
cucumbers or pumpkins due to the scourge - cucumber beetle! They decimated
my plant...
Here again
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I'm trying to get back here before I forget how to do it.
I guess it's like riding a bike or swimming, the body remembers. And I hope
the mind does too....
Third
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For some reason I'm unable to get comments to publish on other blogs.
Blogger glitch of some kind perhaps.... Why are these things never
universal? Some...
Morning glories!....
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After months of trying to successfully grow morning glories, finally have
growth and blooms. I will start them in pots next year and then transplant
th...
It'about time
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I've been silent for at least a couple of weeks. I'm healing. I take my
bandages off pretty much every other day. I see that some of the wounds
are heal...
it's time to go
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I have had a lot of fun letting you know how I feel about my new home of
New Zealand. I hope you have enjoyed my journey, too.
My health is not the best...
BRIGHTON
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In our local paper this morning was this photo of Falmer pond. It said it
was in Sussex so I did a google search to see where Falmer is as I was
brought u...
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...
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...
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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