lazing on a sunny afternoon

Returning to that glorious Easter at Lady Bay in 2009:

Bron, Corinne and I drinking our NZ white on the balcony of our villa

my favourite photo of my mates

Those were the days, and we thought they'd never end.

 

Now back to earlier times, about 1966.  My friend Vivien sent me this photo recently.  The opera  house being built!  This was our first interstate foray having arrived in Australia in 1964.  We lived in South Australia and Vivien and parents lived at Cronulla.  In England we had lived in the same street, virtually opposite each other.  I loved that grey dress that I'm wearing.  I'm pretty sure my Mum made it from an old dress of Vivien's Mum.

Now, you remember the blog post where I saw the black sails of the Sydney Hobart yachts arriving in the Derwent?  Well, Vivien took this photo at Coogee as they were leaving.  Small things make the world seem so connected.

And here's a beautiful small thing.  My  little nextdoor neighbour amusing herself as her Dad and brother play cricket against the back wall.

Another beautiful thing.  When I first returned to Bellerive, this fence was planted out in sunflowers.  Currently there are massed cornflowers with some persistent sunflowers.  This house raises my ire because it is so huge but I feel kindly to anyone who cares enough to plan floral displays on the street front.  The Arbiter of Taste has spoken again.

My fellow Arbiter of Taste, the Fleurieu Floosie, is responsible for the title of this blog post.  Last Sunday she devoted her radio show to Summer Songs.  I lazed, and remembered the photos from that 2009 holiday at Lady Bay.