Waxing lyrical

This morning our neighbour gave us a big bunch of Geraldton Wax from their garden, her husband was pruning one of their trees nearby and the secateurs slipped......that's his story, anyway.  Isn't it beautiful?

 You can see the waxy flower centres.  The original plant had pale pink flowers, but now different colours are available including this deep almost-purple; on the bush in natural light the colour is richer than it looks here.

I have admired this bush each morning on my walk, it takes me back to when I was a wee thing......12 years old or so......my mother's aunt and uncle had one in their garden.  The waxy little blooms were fascinating!  In those days growing Australian native plants was considered a very daring thing to do, as every gardener lusted after roses and other plants from overseas - which grow here with varying degrees of success.  Almost everything in our garden now is an Aussie native plant but we don't have a Geraldton Wax plant......perhaps next time there is a vacancy (because no plant lives forever and eventually some will need replacing) we might take a trip to our local nursery........

The radio program is going well on Sunday afternoon.  As part of the changes happening at the station each of the presenters was asked to pop in for a talk, which I did, and was told that to continue with the mix of music I have been playing.  I was also told that shortly my time slot will be changing and I will be going back to evening, which is good news.

The kitchen at La Chateau des Wombats is very spiffy these days, as it now has a new oven.  So far it works, and within the next few days we will try cooking a favourite slice in it.  The old oven baked very well so I need to see if this one does too, and if a tried-and-true recipe comes out the way it should -  that will be good enough for me.

The excursion to the local fabric shop yielded results, a lovely silky polyester for a new skirt - autumn colours in a splodgy print, with a light teal lining which brings out the depth in the colours - it blends beautifully with the pretty aqua cotton from my stash.  Unfortunately the green silk I remembered from my last visit had gone....the owner only gets one roll of each fabric and when it's gone, it's gone.....I bought extra fabric to make a scarf/wrap and plan to bead its ends to give it some weight.  Now for shoes and bag, shoes will probably be dressy sandals as an outdoor wedding in mid-summer in Australia could be warm and my feet swell in hot weather.

The ultrasound and x-ray had mixed results: the shoulder bones are not being pulled out of place by the torn tendon which is good news, but the painful tear is still there and will not get better by itself.  Next step is to see an orthopaedic specialist about a repair, oh dear.......not looking forward to Going Under The Knife........but if it's the only way to fix what is becoming an increasing problem then it will have to be done.

"Still more destructive of the beauty and symmetry of our women's feet have been the high, narrow heels so much worn lately.  They make it difficult to walk, and even in some cases permanently cripple the feet.  A shoe, to be comfortable, should have a broad sole and a heel of moderate height, say one-half an inch, as broad at the bottom as at the top."

Rest assured that, for the forthcoming wedding, the groom's mother will not be staggering in heels too high for her - even though she is short.

Enjoy your days!