2013 Swing on a Star

Evidence of last night's revelry in Wentworth.
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Recapping the festive season:

Steve prepares the garden for the landing of reindeer.

My dream of a flowering agapanthus in a pot a la Espagne comes true.

Christmas day celebrated with family - the devils are in the detail...

Frozen grapes for those who remember...

My concept of the perfect meal.

Even remembered to light candles.

Tired but happy after the presents.

Boxing Day and the sporty ones watch the Test.

Last Sunday in December I saw the light.

And more evidence of New Years (as we seem to say these days)
Let's do it right in 2013!!

White Christmas

 

 

The salt lake on Paschendale Road.  But Merry Christmas regardless.

Indulge me

I had a pedicure on Wednesday to celebrate the end of study (ask me anything about Dual Diagnosis) and today I did a garden stroll to celebrate the thunderstorm early this morning.  Very pleased with myself  I am.

The runaways

Saturday we ran away to the circus in Adelaide.
It was everything I love.
We caught the bus from the pub (Steve's words)

2 photos taken within seconds of each other.

Of course you can't take photos once you're inside the big Big Top.
Those of you who have seen the show will know that it is magic - the best of human beings used for good.
Even the guy selling the ice-creams was magic - he had almond magnums and foraged around for $1 change because he wasn't allowed to take a tip.

A mixed crowd and big buckets of popcorn - and Steve's arm.
We walked back to the hotel and, after a bit of circling around Gouger and Grote Streets because we couldn't agree on what we felt like eating, decided to have dinner in the hotel restaurant which fit the bill for us both perfectly.

 We could see the circus from the hotel.

Steve was very much in planner mode the next morning.
The only downer was the bus driver asking if we had a Seniors Card...

Summertime

I have long wanted to have a picnic tea on the wharf after work.  Monday my dream came true. 

 

 

Felt like Huck Finn and the gang. 

The missing Wednesday

I had to go to the dentist to be fitted for crowns.  Steve was so smitten with my outfit, he took a photo.  I should rip the sleeves off my denim jackets more often.

It was Steve's birthday and we realised that we have quite a good record of our garden on 21 Novembers.

In the evening we celebrated comme d'habitude though we had resolved to take a photo of us together and I studied up on how to do it.  Two seconds are very short - I don't know how anyone can set up the camera and get in place in 2 seconds!

Ten seconds was just right - though I wish I'd had a crown to keep my hair in place.

Steve finds the Golden Apricot

 and ponders whether to share with a friend,

which he does.

 

But she doesn't.
I curse you Grimshaw.
Back in the blogging business!

Wednesday woes

It's Steve's birthday.  Picasa won't let me upload any photos so I can't blog as planned and so far I can't find a way around it.  Been a very pleasant day but.  Perhaps this is what happens when you turn 64.

Evening prayer

A very nice machine outside our place today.  Makes a girl and boy want to travel.

A trip to Clare with Mum and Willowa

 

Last Sunday I drove to Clare to rendezvous with Mum and Willowa who were on an Endeavour Bus Tour.  It was a  hot day for the over 60s... and most of the  Tour participants kept to the shade while the young ones explored. Above is Willowa photographing the party huddled in the shade across the pond at Sarah's Gillentown Garden.

Fortunately there was a room for me at the motel where the Bus Tour was staying so I could enjoy gastronomic and visual delights like Lew's cheesecake.

The next day (which was much cooler) it was off to the Lyndoch Lavender Farm.  This I was keen to see cos Steve and I failed to find it some years back.  It's well worth finding.

 I was intrigued by the quartz and the river gum so high and apparently distant from a river.  Where is Mr Doherty when you need  him?  We had lunch at Williamstown which is always a good thing to do with friends.  Then on to the Whispering Wall.

 Upstream.

 Downstream.

 David the bus driver, Willowa and I walked over to the other side and whispered sweet nothings to Mum (in green top) and the gang.

Meanwhile a spooky child snuk up on Dave... possibly at Willowa's bidding...

Got home on Wednesday to one of my favourite things - jacaranda against a blue sky.