Lunch with the family;

The table is ready for a companionable lunch with the family;

A good Red, Shiraz "Cow Bombie" Margaret River, Western Australia;

Heirloom Napkins;

The Poeta bought me this contraption to cut onions etc. He saw it and bought it, thought it would be a big help to cut the onions. It is alright when one has to cut lots of onions like for Goulash or onion Pie or Pissaladiere etc. I usually cut the onions by hand. It is definitely not a MUST HAVE!

I cooked Capsicums filled with Rice and Mushrooms; Lamb and a mixed salad.

I did not make an Entree because Lilli had prepared an elaborate, filling dessert.

(When I removed it from the oven looking delicious; I forgot to take a picture of the finished dish...LOL)

Lilli made this Bread and Butter Pudding, it was yummy; would anybody like the recipe?

Reflections; Going home...

Sunset at the beach...please click the picture.

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Reflections; Imagine...

Shadow like the goldfish swim between the branches of the Jacaranda tree and the Strelitzia leaves.

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Ironed out!

That's better!

Photos TS

I love rain;

C J Dennis1876-1938, written in 1913

Adelaide and Oodnadatta,

Pepegoona, parched and dry

Laugh beneath a dripping sky.

Riverina's thirsting plain

Knows the benison of rain.

Ararat and Arkaroola

Render thanks with Tantanoola

For the blessings they are gaining,

And it's raining - raining - raining!

Weeps the sky at Wipipee

Far Farina's folk are dippy

With sheer joy, while Ballarat

Shouts and flings aloft its hat.

Thirsty Thackaringa yells;

Taltabooka gladly tells

Of a season wet and windy;

Men rejoice on Murrindindie;

Kalioota's ceased complaining;

For it's raining - raining - raining!

On the wilds of Winininnie

Cattle low and horses whinny,

Frolicking with sheer delight.

From Beltana to The Bight,

In the Mallee's sun-scorched towns,

In the sheds on Darling Downs,

In the huts at Yudnapinna,

Tents on Tidnacoordininna,

To the sky all heads are craning -

For it's raining - raining - raining!

Mile on mile from Mallacoota

Runs the news, and far Baroota

Speeds it over hill and plain,

Till the slogan of the rain

Rolls afar to Yankalilla;

Wallaroo and Wirrawilla

Shout it o'er the leagues between,

Telling of the dawning green.

Frogs at Cocoroc are croaking,

Booboorowie soil is soaking,

Oodla Wirra, Orroroo

Breathe relief and hope anew.

Wycheproof and Wollongong

Catch the burden of the song

That is rolling, rolling ever

O'er the plains of Never Never,

Sounding in each mountain rill,

Echoing from hill to hill…

In the lonely, silent places

Men lift up their glad, wet faces,

And their thanks ask no explaining -

It is raining - raining - raining!

C J Dennis, Poet & Journalist was born in Auburn, South Australia, on 7 September 1876, he was christened Clarence Michael James, and afterwards given the confirmation name of Stanislaus. He preferred to be known as Den.

After formal education in Gladstone, Laura and Adelaide, Den worked in a number of diverse positions, such as a solicitor's clerk, a member of the staff of the Critic (a weekly Adelaide journal), and a hotel barman. Already writing, a number of his early verse were published in the’Critic’ in 1898.

Raindrops on Salvia;

Reflections;

1. The act of reflecting or the state of being reflected

2. something reflected or the image so produced, as by a mirror

3. careful or long consideration or thought

4. implicit or explicit attribution of discredit or blame

5. (Mathematics) Maths a transformation in which the direction of one axis is reversed or which changes the sign of one of the variable

s6. (Life Sciences & Allied Applications / Anatomy) Anatomy the bending back of a structure or part upon itselfreflectional , reflexional adj

Reflections

are so very alluring, calming

and full of mystery.

Early in the morning;

I feed the fish...

and Mrs. Benteli, she is always waiting or comes running when she sees me;

This little pair of native, crested pigeons arrive as soon as they see me feeding Mrs. Benteli. They have become fairly tame and usually breed in the garden. Generally they bring up one baby. I do not feed them to much, they still have to do their own foraging.

Billy loves a few grains as well!!

The Angelina's can never wait...they also get kitchen scraps, fruit and greens. In spring they love lots of dandelion leaves. They always look good with glossy, black feathers. They enjoy special treats too. These hens are nice and friendly birds always talking to me.

Please consider buying free range eggs. Battery hens are not happy birds. They are very poor, abused creatures.