30 April 2008
29 April 2008
Hundreds and thousands of fallen leaves. And still no mosquitos, yeah.
28 April 2008
Then at last I managed to snap one of them, before they flew off over my head into the distance.
27 April 2008
But after a lot of thought, the book that I use all the time and I could not do with out is actually my little Be-Ro cookbook. I have two of them, because neither is whole and has chunks missing or obliterated with cake mixture ( I am a very very messy cook). Together I can read just about every recipe. How could I make pancakes, scones or chocolate cake without it. You would think at my age I could remember recipes by now. Unfortunately not. I have now also got the Kiwi equivalent of the Be-Ro book, The Edmunds Cook Book. Another wonderful book full of amazing basic recipes, and the Edmunds book does not stick to baking recipes alone, it covers everything that any good Kiwi would want to cook. And how could you resist a cover like the one shown below. But on trial of the chocolate cake recipies Be-Ro still comes out tops.
26 April 2008
23 April 2008
I have no idea why I love this skirt so much, the colour is not that great, it is not a very flattering style and there is a lovely big rip near the hem complete with inexpert darning.
21 April 2008
The second pic below is Peter's desk. So neat and tidy.
You could have knocked me over when this was the result of the quiz "What kind of flower are you?" popped up. I think they must have got it wrong, or was it me did I mess up the questions somehow?
"Mischief is your middle name, but your first is friend. You are quite the prankster that loves to make other people laugh."
Maybe I have it wrong but I would never have described myself as a prankster. What do you think, what flower do you think I would be? Or give it a try yourself, what flower are you leave a comment and let me know.
20 April 2008
Angela from over at Three Buttons has been running the "This is ...." meme for a few weeks now and this weeks theme is a really good one, as usual. But me being me can't just stick to one discovery I have three. I can justify this as each discovery is in quite a different category.
The first discovery is a purely physical one. When I was gardening yesterday I found the sunglasses I lost 18 months ago. I have a bad habit of pushing my sunglasses up onto my head while gardening. Which means that as I am busy pulling out weeds my sunglasses slip of the back of my head onto the ground unnoticed. So I was pleasantly surprised to find these ones while clearing a bit of undergrowth. They are rather the worse for wear, but will do as a pair I can use for gardening only.
The second discovery is a literary one. I like to listen to BBC radio programs via my computer when I am working around the house. Yesterday I was looking for something that I could listen to with my youngest, when I found "A Traveller in Time" by Alison Uttley. This was one of my favourite books as a child. Usually I do not read a book more than once, but this book I must have read a lot, I can remember that my copy of was so well used it fell to bits. I had forgotten I had ever read it until I started to listen and the memories just flooded back. If anyone out there (hint hint Peter) ever wants to buy me a pressie, I would love another copy of this book. Alison Uttley wrote the little grey rabbit books which I also loved as a small child. Strangely enough having just looked up the author on Wikepedia I have discovered she was a physics teacher. Perhaps she should have come to my dinner party last week instead of Agatha Christie. Oh and needless to say, I enjoyed listening, but my youngest just wandered off and went to do something else.
The third discovery is a more metaphysical one. As a women rapidly approaching the big 50 (still a couple of years off, but I can see it on the horizon), I have discovered that I am totally invisible to teenage girls. The first time I noticed this was in the summer I was at the local outdoor swimming park with my youngest. We were crossing a bridge when a group of 5 girls came in the opposite direction. They noticed Peter and my youngest, but I seemed to be invisible. I could tell by the way they walked directly towards me, then a puzzled look came on their faces as they could not understand why they could not walk forwards but had to walk around me, just as if they had hit an invisible barrier. On Friday I had to take my sons homework to school as he had a bad case of Hay Fever (our Gum Tree is in flower). When leaving the school I was walking out of the school as the kids were going in. The same thing happened, blank expressions on girl's faces as they could not understand what was blocking there way. This did not happen with the boys, even with their heads down staring at the feet, they knew I was there. I have no idea why, maybe it is fear and denial. Have they just realised they too will not be a teenager for ever. Or is it that once you reach middle age you are so insignificant you are not worth noticing. Just think of the fun you could have tormenting these poor souls. I must say though that on a one to one basis this is not the case, most teenage girls I now are lovely and friendly. Perhaps it is more to do with them being self conscious of themselves than of them not noticing me. I would love to hear your comments on this, has it happened to you. Or are you one of the teenage girls that does it, I would love to know.
Sorry I have rabbited on a bit, the "This is ....." meme each week does a good job of making me think.
19 April 2008
The rules are -
1. Write your own six-word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog (and include a visual illustration if you’d like).
3. Link to the person who tagged you in your post.
4. Tag five more blogs with links.
5. Remember to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play.
I would like to tag
Jess from Button Beauty
Kyla from Two Peas in a Pod
Jodi from Ric-Rac
and anyone else that would like a go.
16 April 2008
13 April 2008
And three bags full ......... of walnuts. The largest bag is a bit of a cheat as that came from Keriann's garden. We just managed to find enough for two small bags. I think the Possums have been eating ours, I found a lot of empty shells down there.