Are there flowers in your life that are reminders of others People you have known during your life or have heard stories about
My mother grew Sweet Peas No matter where we lived she would always find a place to grow them My sister (who lived close to her) told me she was still growing them the summer she had her first stroke BUT Try as I may and have often done so I cannot get them to grow No idea why, but they shrivel up and die Autumn sowing or Spring planting doesn’t matter which They just do not thrive
My Dad had a favourite that he grew in most of our gardens. His gardening was usually confined to veggies but there was one small plant he always had growing somewhere in the garden Said it reminded him of his Mum – our Granny Over the years both my sisters have grown it as well. It’s a real sentimental favourite with us.
That bank that runs alongside our front drive is a difficult spot and I’ve lost count of the number of plants been tried there The Golfer cleared more dead and dying out a few years ago and I stuck some Erigeron – Seaside Daisy – around about here and there. Cuttings of Arctosis and Trailing Lantana (not a weed here in Victoria) thrived there as well as a ground cover Geranium (Cranesbill)
Tucked away in one little corner where none of those others seemed to grow is where I put a small pot of Dad’s favourite
I loved it – that little plant with soft grey foliage and tiny white flowers
Then my back took control of my life. As well as me that little front garden really suffered Because I couldn’t get down to keep things in order (trim/ cut back/weed) it really got out of hand so for the time being the slope has been returned to grass
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I’m just finishing off my first early morning cup of tea and thinking that as ‘the back’ is behaving itself quite well at the moment maybe I’ll have a go at redoing that slope. Once Victoria has had its usual bucket load of Winter rains there’s no telling what might come about in Spring It’s possible I’ll learn the secrets to growing Sweet Peas But somehow I think that where that’s concerned, working this (discovered in the garage in a box of ‘might do one day’ things) cross stitch kit will be a better bet
A long time ago (like back in the 1970/80s ) we’d gather the children together towards the end of November to take what we called our end of year breakup photo. It was a way of knowing there was at least one record of them all together each year…..copies were made and one went into each of the grandparents Christmas cards so they could see how much they’d grown during the year. (We were here in Melbourne- they were up there in the cold and often snowy UK). Anyway as is the norm someone would try to be funny….rabbit ears, tongues out, strange faces….
We did the same when grandchildren came along and as usual there’d be one who made a fuss. Or tried the tricks their parents did like little ‘bug eyed boy’
I was beginning to think it was a rerun of those days the other week trying to get a photograph of some cardigans before closing the ‘charity box’. The office had reopened so spent time checking seams (and buttons) getting things ready to send off. Strange I know but I do like to have a record of how most turn out, especially those engineered with pencil & paper (plus a few terse words) using a design from one pattern and sizing from another. There’s the red one with the pockets finally finished, the grey cable has been done before, the royal blue is simply stocking stitch with a purl row on the right side every six rows (hard to see in that light) while the denim blue on the end was a definite pen/paper add /subtract job.
And just like with the children once you get them together they decided to have fun. Twisting this way and that, clothing disheveled, not looking at the camera, one even turned it’s back on me – lol I can assure you the rib band on the denim doesn’t droop and hang down like that but lies flat and even.
And for your…..’ ahhh aren’t they sweet’ moment…….here are some for the baby 12 month packs. Simple raglan mix and match – white always goes well with another soft colour which is good because it’s a great way to use up some half balls. And look….. the green/white striped one came good in the end.
So now that all of those cardigans plus quite a few more newborn size have finally made their way to Knit one Give one aka KOGO the time has come to concentrate on finishing some of the children’s jumpers on the go. And after that…..well take a look at this delightful photo of my (sadly late) blond curly haired little sister Patsy (aged about 3) forwarded to me a couple of weeks ago…….maybe just maybe, there might be some woolies coming up featuring little bunny rabbits 💕
It’s time for another cup of tea and a think about it. My ‘word of the year’ is consider so I’ll have to think carefully about this one. Cardigans or Jumpers (sweaters). Size….can’t be too small or it will be dwarfed by the motif. Colour……practical for children in unknown circumstances or ‘soft and pretty’ because that’s what she was. I know there are graphs somewhere in amongst my patterns so guess what I’ll be doing today 😊😉
I’ve just had an (awful) thought…each of those children is now in their 50s and each of those grandchildren is in their 20s……so what does that make me???
Joining Denyse for the latest edition of Life this week – pop over and see how others fared. Linking to #MondayMusings hosted by Corrine at Everyday Gyaan
Earlier in the year I read a book that definitely took my fancy.
The House between Tides…..Sarah Maine. Her debut novel and one I’d definitely recommend. Set in Scotland’s Outer Hebrides it’s centred around an old family home, a ‘crumbling mansion’ on an island that is only reached during low tides. Two timelines a century apart, two stories about the earlier inhabitants and the ‘last in the line’ who has come to explore the possibility of renovating and restoring the house to its earlier state only to discover it’s not as easy as she thought. Tucked into the storyline of an artist and his young wife, house parties, wildlife colonies, forbidden love, belligerent crofters, property rights plus a mysterious dead body are descriptions of sights and sounds of the island which catch you by surprise “The sand steamed slightly as the re-emergent sun turned the shallow pools into ripples of quicksilver” so much so that they have you turning back the page to reread and savour again BUT it was the access to the house at low tide that interested me.
Now most of you know that whenever possible we ‘winter in Queensland’ – Far North Queensland…… at a place called Bowen. Just offshore from Bowen, well within sight of the town is a small island, an island with a lighthouse – one of Queensland’s oldest!
A couple of times during winter the day time tides are low enough for a very special event – Bowen’s Walk to the Lighthouse. Read all about it HERE. It has become a well organised community event, a yearly fixture on the town’s calendar enjoyed by locals as well as many of the seasonal visitors.
The start is always at Dalrymple Point – where you can wander down and begin the trek across the sandbar or just stand around, explore the foreshore and watch the others enjoying the experience. Whichever you choose don’t forget the coral can be rough on feet so shoes of some sort are needed….not your best Sunday ones because your feet are going to get wet at some point .
What do they do once the walkers have reached the island – wander round the base of the hill, scramble up the hill to enjoy the view, take in their surroundings and explore the lighthouse!
Turning around to come back to the mainland you meet up with streams of walkers young and old all coming the other way. The walk takes about 2 hrs – a bit more if you stop along the way You never know who you might meet and what you might see
These giant Red Starfish are a favourite find for those who look around and explore the shallows. But then they are not hard to find as they are there for all to see when the sea level drops
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Some years we’d try to visit other parts of Queensland spend time in places we’d normally just pass by on our 4 day drive north from home or plan an actual road trip to places unseen before …off the beaten track where you never know what’s round the corner
Places you decide ‘you must go to’ ones to get to – to explore – to appreciate- before it’s too late Like the trip we took in 2012
I know this isn’t my usual ‘words only’ Monday Musings post but for me it fits in perfectly with the suggested topic for Life this Week. EXPLORE. In some ways this pandemic is reminding us of roads previously travelled and places previously explored – I think it’s nearly time to start thinking about finding new ones. Given the chance what are you up for next?
Burmese kittens are shorthaired and come in solid colours – Balinese (Longhaired Siamese) are white with coloured ‘points’
Anna (Pennylane Bali Dancer) was a bluepoint Balinese, a lovely gentle soul. Sitting here quietly surrounded by some of her kittens and also some Burmese ones she seems to have a puzzled look on her face seemingly saying :-
Some of these are the wrong colour – wheres their Mother?
Belle (Brookwood Manet’s Delight) was a typical brown Burmese. Soft and cuddly, devoted to me ( not interested in The Golfer) to the point of following me around even sitting outside the toilet door (or inside if she was fast enough). Once she ‘got the hang of it’ she was a wonderful mother cat – although I think she was a bit overwhelmed by her first litter.
Her kittens only ever had two speeds – fast and hectic or zonked out and asleep. They kept her (and me) on the go and as a protective ‘first time mum’ she often seemed to have a questioning look on her face as if asking me:-
Is it always like this?
Then there were other days with other litters when these fit and healthy, housetrained, fully vaccinated, fun loving pets would all sit together and pose like pros 😊
Yes, I’ve been home alone for the long weekend, the weekend of various Grand Final Football matches as well as various international matches. and the weekend the clocks do their annual ‘fall forward’ routine. The Golfer is interstate for a volunteer comittment and I have been enjoying the freedom of being able to do what I like when I like with no questions asked lol
Mostly it’s been time spent outside enjoying some great Spring weather but also thinking and wondering about things. Like how to get up and change the time on the wall clock and that mystery of mystery, how to change the time on the microwave – or how to cut off a tree branch that’s been bothering me and needs someone with a bit more muscle to do it – or how do I finish (without going to the shops) a small knitted cardigan with only one needle of the only set I had in that size (having sat on and broken the other plastic one) 😦
Wondering why we don’t wear our comfy well worn rubber thongs/flip flops to the shops – I always think of them as ‘house/garden/beach shoes’ and that’s where they should stay
Wondering why this Australian King Parrot who turned up early one recent morning chose to spend time on the roof beam instead of the nearby trees
More Monday Musings and Monday Memories
Also wondering why I can’t get the words to a song out of my mind.
There Must Be A Way sung by Joni James 1959
Words and Music by ~ Sammy Gallop, David Saxon and Robert Cook
Back in 1959 when it was re-released in the UK (Joni James version) I was a heartbroken 16yr old because I’d been ‘dumped’ by a really nice boy and I ‘related’ to every word of the lyrics. That memory popped into my mind recently when listening to a radio discussion on ‘young people and their love lives’ and reappeared the other day when I was wandering about telling myself ‘ there must be a way’ to do that branch 🙂
Enjoy and reminisce over those teenage years with me
There must be a way to help me forget that we’re through
There must be a way to stop me from dreamin’ of you
There must be a star in the skies that isn’t reflecting your eyes
I just don’t know how to disguise how much I miss you
There must be a song that doesn’t remind me of you
There must be a kiss that’ll thrill me like yours used to do
I look for a way to be happy, happy with somebody new
Oh, there must be a way but I can’t find a way without you
There must be a way to help me forget that we’re through
There must be song that doesn’t remind me of you
I look for a way to be happy, happy with somebody new
Oh there must be a way but I can’t find the way without you
How’s your Monday going? Hope it’s a good one for you when it arrives.
I also hope to do some ‘visiting’ this week, see you soon.