Flowers, Paint & Resin – Random Gallery

Nature makes the best beautiful.

I love all sorts of colours – some of my favourites from this month.

Resin, I’m falling for resin.  I love these little resin & alcohol ink “bits”.  These will be necklaces eventually.

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Shot of Thanks #3

I am thankful for my mobility – something I tend to take for granted until I get a wake up call.

I am thankful for rain – it’s been dry for a fair while here, and a brief rain last week gave much needed freshness (and the wonderful smell of water on hot dirt).

I am thankful for my senses: sight, smell, touch and sound – being in the garden indulges them all.  The intricacies of flowers, the aroma of lavender heads as they are picked is intoxicating, the feel of my hands in the dirt, the sound of birds flitting in the trees.

I hope your week is filled with all good things.

Apologies to Banjo

There was movement in the paddock, for the sight had got around
that the chick from Old Ma White had got away
and had joined the wild bush turbo hens – she was worth 5 cents all told,
predictably no neighbours had gathered to the fray.
For they didn’t care for livestock, which they let wander anywhere
and it made me wild to see their disregard,
for I’d oft had to remove their livestock from my garden and my lawn,
and chasing goats and chooks just makes me mad.

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If you have never read the poem “The Man From Snowy River” by A.B. “Banjo” Paterson- which was one of my all-time favourite poems as a younger person, I could recite all 13 verse by memory at one stage – do yourself a favour and check it out here.

Book Review: Barb Taub “Life Begins When The Kids Leave Home And The Dog Dies”

Upfront bit:  I received a free copy of Barbs’ new book ” Life Begins When The Kids Leave Homes And The Dog Dies” – available on Amazon – in exchange for my promise to do a review.  I have been a  little delayed, (sorry Barb), but have caught up with it today.

Please pardon by lack of “review cleverness” in the following, I would love to be able to write a clever piece, but I’m just not good at that sort of thing, so it’s just plain English from me.

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I enjoyed this selection of short stories by Barb, as she writes in an easy to read, witty manner. Reading them was like dipping into your favourite sweets, knowing that you will enjoy them whatever you choose.

Some made me laugh out loud, some made me thoughtful, and one even made me a little sad – but underlying all that was the “feel-good” factor of indulging in a few moments of pure reading happiness.

This is a lovely collection of well-written, funny short stories. A great read for any place and any time.

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If you haven’t caught up with Barb’s blog yet, do yourself a favour and hop over there to indulge in some good old-fashioned wit and laugh out loud moments.  She really knows how to write about life’s little quirks in a way that is guaranteed to make you smile.

January Gallery

January has been a month of outside vs inside

garden and art.

Trying to choose between them can be hard.

Like finding the balance between light and dark.

 

Resin Table

So when I find time for both it is wonderful.

 

 

 

 

“On This Day” Repost – A Poem about a Cow and a Wedding

You can find the original here, if you are so minded, or simply read on.

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 I milked the cow in the morning,
on the day that I was wed,
a daily chore I deemed worth doing,
which made me rise, extra early from my bed.

The comforting sound of chewing,
her flank so warm, and soft as silk,
rhythmic sounds of fluid streaming,
as the bucket filled with milk.

I leaned my head against my cow,
and gentle handed squeezed,
as in my head I said my vows,
repeated now with familiar ease.

I milked the cow in the morning,
of the day that I was wed,
and in contrast to her cream white milk,
I married in a suit of red.

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A Suit of Red

A Suit of Red

 

A Shot of Thanks #1

Last week I enjoyed reading this post from Kat, and it has prompted me to do something similar, in my own “I don’t follow rules” way.

Things I am thankful for this week

Gladioli

1:  Colour – gorgeous, vibrant, colour from my own garden.

 

Noah in Pool (4)

2:  Spending time with my daughter and grandchild on a beautiful, warm summers day.

 

Pre-varnishing

3:  Leisure time to be creative.

I hope your week has been filled with good things to be thankful for.

 

“On This Day” Repost – Question 34: Hair – (Delilah & the Beanie)

Good old FB – throwing up another of my weird wonderings from this day in 2015.  

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Hair.

That stuff that sticks out of our skin, often where we don’t want it, but mainly on our head.  Sometimes we get upset when it doesn’t stick out of our skin (but that’s mainly Men, and they are a notoriously contradictory species)!

Short, long, curly, straight, blonde, brunette, redhead, grey –  it’s usually there just hanging around, doing it’s thing – or not – depending on the weather, how you slept, what time you got up this morning and if there was any goop left in your styling product container of choice!

It may seem like an innocent thing, but have you considered that your hair actually has a secret agenda?  Yep, you read me, a secret agenda, take a minute and consider the following scenario …

You get out of bed, your short hair is tousled (say that word a few times and you come to doubt your understanding of English) in an attractive “I don’t give a hoot what you think – I love it” way, and off you go to work feeling like you’re made of steel – nothing will get to you today.  Your hair is your strength and will protect you from the sneers of trend-setter Delilah in HR (especially because you don’t go to sleep at work – unlike stupid Samson – and also because you stole her scissors yesterday).

OR

You get out of bed, your short hair is sticking out at an angle that would make an isosceles triangle blush.  No amount of goop will make it stick down, and there is a disconcerting idea forming in your mind that you maybe should just stick a beanie on your head and be done with it.  You just know it is going to be the day that the very attractive person, who has been hanging around long-haired, perfectly coiffured Delilah in HR, comes over to talk to you.  This will cause you to wish that you HAD worn the beanie so you could pretend that;
a) Facebook asked you to wear your beanie at work to show support for {insert your football team of choice} or,
b) that your Great Aunt, who just lost the last of her hair to Chemo and asked you to wear the Beanie as a sign of family solidarity.
Unfortunately you didn’t choose the beanie, and you look like a reject from the “Fastest Sheep Sheared by a Novice” contest.

SEE, your hair has dictated your mood, personality and ability to think of plausible reasons for wearing/not wearing a beanie.

Not buying it yet – ok, what about this.

Silky, soft, shiny, short, smart, spiky, sophisticated, stylish, sexy (weird how many “s” words describe hair).

Comb-over, Blue rinse, Split ends, fly away, wind blown, coarse, mousy, greasy (apply them to a description about your hair and see how you feel).

What does your hair say about you? It’s out there – and there’s no keeping it under the hat!

 

The “selfie”

I’m not one for the “selfie”,
and I don’t usually indulge,
but there’s a time and reason,
to “selfie” I suppose.

And this past week has been it,
I’ve taken a whole two,
and now I’m going to show them,
to you lucky, captive, few.

Number one was my favourite necklace,
when I wear it I feel sleek,
and Number two was matching hair,
to my pendant of the week.

So there you have it people,
the real reasons I indulged,
it’s not about myself, you see,
it’s about the things I made!

© ceenoa