This morning I got stuck into some gardening jobs at last. They have been waiting while my ribs healed. Just got finished and we were sitting on the veranda having some pumpkin soup when the rain started to pour down..jpg)
"The more one gardens, the more one learns; and the more one learns,
the more one realises how little one knows."
Vita Sackville-West A Joy of Gardening
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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.
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Brenda over at "Snippets of Me" has just given me the above award. Which is very kind of her. The first time I have been happy to get an "E". I now have to pass it on to 10 other bloggers that I really admire.
Posy - I am sure she has lots of these, but I have been reading her blog for sooo long.
Curly Pops - Because our ideas seem to converge so often.
Blossom Hill Cottons - It is always nice to hear what is happening in Nova Scotia.
Thimble - Another blog I have been reading for years. I think she was my original blog inspiration.
The view from inside my head Can't leave my other half out, I love his writing even though he is a grumpy old b..........
Sweet Mary - A brand new blog by a good friend and knowing her I know there will be a lot of good things cropping up on her blog once she gets going.
The Old Quilt - Another newbie who is off to a good start.
Three Buttons - This is the lady who started the This is .... meme. Which I have been having fun joining in with.
Daisy Chain - Another lovely crafty blog. And there had to be some daisies somewhere.
Leannes House - Last but not least the brilliantly inspiring Leanne. I love this girls work room, it is so full of Ikea stuff that I would like and glimpses of fabrics I would like.
To keep poor solitary Caremello company we went in search of a friend for him. And managed to find two. Plus almost a small dog, but Peter dragged me out of the pet shop just in time.
Here is one of the new friends Rolo, after guess what chocolate Rolos.
And the other one, Terry. Short for Terry's Chocloate Orange! This has got to be the last guinea pigs that we get.
Here is my knick knack jewllery box. It looks a little bare at the moment, apart from the Wild Woman that my mum made for me, isn't she gorgeous.
Here is where I hang up my trinkets to stop them getting tangled. It too is looking a little bare. Perhaps the reason is because I am such a messy person, and in such a rush in the morning, everything just gets abandoned on my chest of drawers.
Bad isn't it. I should really go and tidy it up right now, but no there seems to be some other thing for me to go and procrastanate about first.
At last I did it. I got the tea set. More junk for my cupboards. Where is Ikea when you need them. I need some glass wall cabinets so I can display all my nice stuff. Fingers crossed one day they might come to New Zealand and I will be waiting on their doorstep for them when they do.
Peter did not share my enthusiasm, he quite liked the saucers, but there was a big yuk for the cups. .jpg)
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Here I am with my Guinea Pig, Mr Ed. Do you remember the TV show about the talking horse, I used to love it, so I called my Guinea Pig Mr Ed after Mr Ed the talking horse. Mr Ed was a magic Guinea Pig. One December morning I went to visit him, and he had changed from white to black overnight. I was totally amazed and rushed down the garden to tell my Mum, who informed me that white Guinea Pigs always turned black eventually. It took me until I was 18 and telling some friends the story of the Guinea Pig that changed colour before I realised what had happened. I am sure you don't need me to tell you what the real story was. Mr Ed had died in the night and Mum had replaced him with the only Guinea Pig she could get hold of. Isn't it amazing what we will do as Mum's for our kids, and aren't I the lucky child to have a Mum like that.
Little Miss Houswife again with all my dolls having a tea party, looks like it might have been Teddies first birthday. I think I can spot a candle on a cake over there. Have you noticed that these are the days before lycra was invented. I must have had the most wrinkley tights ever.
Now this is really little me in my christening robe with my Nana and Pop (my greatgranny and greatgrandfather). I have never noticed it before, but I can see my Nana's face echoed in my Grannie's face and my Mum's face. Which tends to imply that maybe there are echo's of her face in me, I hope so. Even though I don't really remember her much, I do know that she was a strong women. There are quite a lot of strong women in the generations of my family. I do remember my Pop, he was a miner and had a really hard life, but I think I can remember him playing and laughing with me. Perhaps that is just wishful thinking, perhaps not. Thank you Mum for sending me these images from my past to make me stop and think..jpg)
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