Today I officially join the ranks of Senior Citizens. The big 6-0

I did my celebrating on the weekend with wonderful people that I love.

There was knitting

and singing

and barbecueing


and cake

today though is also the 14th anniversary of the day I lost the love of my life



for my children, my little Italian mother-in-law and myself, today is for Marc.


Christmas will resume tomorrow


Three Weeks To Go

and even though I live out of town and there aren’t exactly a lot of what you could term ‘passers-by’, I still like to let the neighbours know that silly season is fast approaching:

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Just what you’d expect to see: Santa up a gum tree

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It’s a bit of a grey old day today. A cool change and some welcome rain, after the 36C /97F that we sweated through yesterday.

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Pull up a chair, and join us for a cuppa and some shortbreads. Is Earl Grey okay for you ? English Breakfast maybe ?

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And here we have my first decorating rule of the season, which relates to the disposal of ratty or otherwise superceded Christmas trees of the genus pinus faux .

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Which is simply stated thus: if too far gone for the original purpose, a pair of wire cutters makes quick work of repurposing the greenery for outside decoration. It’s not like in Northern climes, where one can use real green stuff. It wouldn’t last more than a day or so in temperatures like we have had this week.

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with or without Santa Snow [ bloody ‘orrible stuff. Never buying that again ]

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21 days and counting

Sumer is icumen in*

Well it’s the first of December, which, by the way such things are measured here in the Antipodes, is the first day of Summer.

It is also [ usually ] the day upon which I begin blogging the Christmas House Tour.

Not so this year, my sweets.

On December 1, 2011, and again in 2012, I managed to kill the then-current camera[s], and because of that, have been summarily banned from anything involving photography upon this date into the foreseeable future.

Instead I will share with you pix taken yesterday, immediately prior to the arrival of guests for Miss Abigail Rose’s first birthday. [ the actual Natal Anniversay is December 3rd ]

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What a difference a year makes.


* translation from middle english: summer is here



Usually the Great Annual Bearcut is scheduled for early October, [ after the worst of the sub-zero overnights and before the hot sets in ] but we’ve been having spectacularly weird Spring weather, so this week was the first chance to ring up Bear’s torturer hairstylist for an appointment.

Today’s the day.

Someone is unimpressed. But it’s not an aesthetic choice. Some of the prevalent grasses have seeds that are wicked, wicked things, capable of snagging onto, and burying themselves into, almost anything. Of course the Aussie Summer heat is a factor too, but really, it’s all about the damn grass seeds.



Someone has worked out what’s afoot, and is cowering in my [unmade] bed …  which, given that is his usual hidey-hole, not really an effective means of escape and he slinks out to the car like a Bear condemned.



After two hours of pampering and perfuming:

you might be forgiven for thinking that I’ve been given the wrong dawg, but it is,indeed, my little Bear-y man, now showing at least a nominal resemblance to his wee little mini foxie mum.




Bear and I were just taking a pleasant, post-prandial perambulation around the block, while being divebombed by half the mosquito population of the area nothing in particular on my mind [ can’t speak for the dawg ] when I was quite suddenly very happy that I was carrying the camera.

Okay… Nice. Peaceful. Rural vibes a plenty. But hardly anything new. So why the happy? 018 How about this next one? I realise it’s not very well focused but it was zoomed to the max and no tripod 008 a family [ tribe? flock? ] of Australian White Ibis Four that I was able to photograph, but five or six originally, and while they’re not rare or uncommon in Australia as a whole, I have never seen more than one at a time here, [ ‘here’, as in, on my own acreage, as opposed to ‘here’: Castlemaine, or ‘here’: Victoria even ] 005 So colour me happy.

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PS Less than four weeks till Christmas. You may now proceed to panic.

and yeah, I do realise this is kind of a drive-by post. Just keeping in touch folks 🙂

Yes I’m still here

I don’t think I’ve ever gone remotely this long between posts. Even a week is unusual.

So what’s been going on?

Well … there have, as some of you surmised, been health issues. Nothing nasty, or life threatening, but prolonged and debilitating, resulting in a distinct lack of energy or motivation to do much more than couch surf.

Add to that the lengthy periods each day spent talking/singing to Miss Abigail via Skype, and well, there was [another]  distinct lack of time and/or energy for crafting well thought out bon-mots and clever segues.

… and then, I’m sure a lot of you would agree that Facebook et al have changed the face of blogging. It’s so much easier to just dash off a sentence or two as a status update, and in a day or so it’s consigned to the dustbin of history.

I’ve pondered long and hard as to whether continued blogging served any purpose. I mean, I’m not flogging any business enterprise or political/social/moral agenda, and most of my dearly beloved rarely, if ever, read the thing. So why continue? and the answer is, I suppose, that I have missed it, and those of you that do read, however sporadically.

So there. I’m back.

There has been gardening and the general round of ‘life-in-the-country’ type chores … when I had the energy.

There has been knitting [ but I’ll have to go back and check where we left off ]

There has been crochet [ditto]

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about which I will tell you later.

Oh, and the annual Christmas insanity is in the process of getting underway. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.