Tuesday...

May, cool nights are calling for blankets and quilts. The crochet blanket is old, soft  from washing. It tells stories of hands, holding  a crochet hook, one stitch after the other, thoughts caught for ever in the fibers,  mingling  and swirling, happy and sad, irretrievable. It is great to snuggle when the cold winds are calling, rattling the shadows of the past.

Billy has his own snuggle blanket. He is just like people, he  loves his comforts.

A blanket in progress from all sorts of yarns. Randomly added colours and patterns. I don't know how long it will take to finish it.  I think there are about 350 stitches, one row after the other...when I feel like it!

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Wednesday...a little light;

“How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.” 

William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Early morning in the garden, silence, the first birds have already noisily greeted the day, now the morning sun plays and moves with patterns and lights. Ts

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Thursday; garden book, doodles and thoughts...

Salvias in the butterfly garden; April 2016

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Thursday...

Who can not relate to this?

Thursday...a day to liberate the ghosts;

Ghosts are gentle creatures, they exist, if you let them. They are like a spider web poked with a stick, poked with your memories, they fall apart into soft threads, clinging, sticking, gently tucking might get them loose and float away.  Their atoms melt into the dark until they are revived by a familiar scent, a glimpse, a word, a sound…





"Ghostly" Gums"  Photo  24/05/2012  7:14 AM



Corymbia dallachiana commonly known as Ghost Gum or Dallachy's gum, is an evergreen tree that is native to Eastern Australia. It grows up to 20 meters in height and has white to cream and pink-tinged bark, often with brown scales. Bark sheds seasonally in thin scales. White flowers appear from late summer through midwinter. Fruit are woody brown, goblet shaped, capsules.

Ghost Gums occur from humid coastal regions to arid inland. The tree is indicative of infertile and shallow soils.

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Thursday...a day in my garden;

It was another April day....

“In most gardens", the Tiger-lily said, "they make the beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep.” 
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

Do not let weeds argue about their usefulness! Ts

A garden is mainly not a paradise, it is a place of bloody hard work. It is only a Paradise for a very short time when the work is finished,  tools are cleaned,  oiled and returned to their hooks in the shed. I sitting in the most comfortable  chair and sipping an icy cold drink...nearly Paradise. Ts

I never follow fashion trends in my garden; I decide what I like and I know what my garden likes. Ts

Roses are  most perfect  at any stage; Ts

Yes, mass plantings of the same kind may look great, but just a tad boring. Ts

A garden is a personal effort, it is sensuous to the person who created it. Ts

There is a touch of wistfulness in the garden on a grey and rainy day. Ts

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Tuesday...pink..

A pink cloud floating in a deep blue sky early in the morning, deeming the  advancing day sweet and full of expectations. Ts

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