Happy Birthday CKB

Love Retrospective

Here's some photos I haven't got around to blogging. Firstly Government House where I did a 'Behind the Scenes' Tour on Steve's birthday (so he does get a mention).

Next recent exhibitions by  members of The Spring Bay Studio (some of whom are shy).

And finally from The Festival of Voices held on a cold, rainy night at The Bushland Community Gardens:

 heart warming lanterns made, ignited and set free in the bush by our local fire service.

Master Class

About 50 years ago when I was in the first days / weeks of High School, a teacher called Mrs Masters came into the class bearing our exercise books.  She went through some selected ones and then asked 'Who is Margaret?'.  I put up my hand, maybe stood up. 'When you look at Margaret you can understand why her work is so untidy,' she said

I always think of this when I look at the trees against our front wall.

Guess which one is my favourite.

Little Dr Sis has gone up the rainbow

Little Sis died yesterday in her favourite part of the garden.  She was the sweetest, most gentle dog I have ever known.  Her only folly was a bit of sly scavenging, possibly foraging, after the vet put her on a diet.  I think that shows initiative.  She will remain the Perpetual Pup.

Birthdays week

February marks the beginning of the run of birthdays through to March.  I feel I've been the recipient of gifts lately.  I now have yoga on Mondays and Wednesdays, Zumba on Tuesdays, Walking Group on Thursdays and gym on Fridays.  My dance card is full.  Here's a little present I bought for myself at the local craft shop:

Blackbirds, seed heads and pink.  How could I resist?  It's a doorstop by the way.
Yesterday I went to this delightful event:

My good friend Miss Green Bean invited me.  Some of her work is shown on the invitation. I whiled away the time to 4pm booking my Easter travel and exploring beaches, including this little path at Long Beach, Sandy Bay.

Earlier in the week Steve and I checked out Cressy Beach between Swansea and Triabunna after The Rains.

saved by the tulle

We have survived The Great Rains with slight flood damage to one shed.  My toybox (yes) got damp at the base.  I've just unpacked it because the sun is now shining so I put the toys and books out to air.  At the bottom of the box was a thick layer of scrunched pink netting which I bought once for a Breast Cancer Girls Night Out do and kept with Sarah in mind.  This elevated the other contents and kept them dry.

And to my astonishment I learned from the local ABC news that yesterday was World Tutu Day.

There, you never know do you?

there's lovely

I was going to tell you a tale of simpler Christmases, when a tin of Quality Street toffees and chocolates was a luxury.  'Keep the shiny papers,' my Grandma said, 'and put them in a bowl. When the light shines on them, ooh there's lovely'.

Last night I watched 'We'll take Manhattan' and now am smitten with Aneurin Barnard who, I've just discovered, is another boy from the Valleys.

Google him yourself.