Golden orange light

Last weekend the backing for a quilt was finally assembled, it was held up due to the Great Flood and associated packing up and unpacking of stuff.  A rather gorgeous orange batik fabric was chosen for binding and to feature on the back; strips were sitting on my sewing machine waiting to be joined for length when I noticed the sun and machine light shining onto the fabric, and couldn't resist taking a pic.

 Is that not scrumptious?  You could eat it, couldn't you?

These pics have been shown before but being too lazy to link back to the post, here they are again.  Backing uses the blue fabric with orange/yellow spots, the luscious orange, and a strip of 12 in blocks to bring it up to the correct size.

It has now gone off to be quilted and I forgot to take a photo of the back, work of genius as it is......but here is the front again, below.  Binding will also be orange.

Pattern is called "Gumballs" but I don't care for that name.  I am thinking along the lines of "There ain't no cure for the summertime blues" - because, let's face it, there ain't. 

Now I am trying to pick up enthusiasm to make a BOM, a very simple block.  I am promising myself that when it's done I can work on my own stuff, which is a great incentive.

The other day I was inspired by all things Canadian (because last Sunday was, after all, Canada Day) to bake something delicious using maple syrup, and chose to make Maple Butter Bars.  The pinging sound you heard was probably our arteries snapping but an occasional treat doesn't hurt, does it?  Should you feel inspired to try it yourself, we can definitely recommend it.  Yummy doesn't begin to describe it.

Our rainless state continues.  Nothing new to report there.

Tomorrow we plan to go for a Nice Sunday Drive on Saturday to Barraba, a small town an hour or so north for their annual art festival.  We haven't been out driving since our return from Canberra nigh on three months ago, so that will make a change from staying home and grinning at each other.

"Etiquette of the street.
The manners of a person are clearly shown by his treatment of the people he meets in the public streets of a city or village, in public conveyances and in travelling generally.  The true gentleman, at all times, in all places, and under all circumstances, is kind and courteous to all he meets, regards not only the rights, but the wishes and feelings of others, is deferential to women and to elderly men, and is ever ready to extend his aid to those who need it."

Words to keep in mind, yes?  Especially as, these days, civility seems to be dropping by the wayside.

Enjoy your days!

To my Canadian family and friends -

 - best wishes for Canada Day. 

Have a great weekend!

 

Fixing the blog comment issue

Following on a link from Fiona's blog I checked out what Shez had to offer on the subject.......tried it, and it works!

Don't forget to save your changes, though.

Dry dry dry

Wasn't there a song or a singing group or something a long time called wet wet wet?  That's not us......

 This was the view from our back yard yesterday, nothing but dry dead grass.

 The late afternoon sun makes it look greener than it is.

As a contrast, this was our view a few months after we moved here in 2010:

It looks like a different world, doesn't it.

The forecast for the rest of today and tomorrow is for rain, but we will believe it when it happens.  So far this afternoon we have had a dribble or two, enough to wet the path but not enough to get excited about.  So we won't.

Back in World War II the land where we now live was taken over by the military for an army camp.  Many young blokes trained here before being shipped elsewhere, one of them was my father; my mother was a local girl but he was from The Big Smoke Way Down South, all the way from another state, and must have seemed quite exotic to a sheltered girl in what was then a small country town.  They eventually married and had a family, which is how I came to be - and when we bought this house in 2010 it had completely slipped my mind that it was on the site of the army camp.  Fortunately there don't seem to be any ghosts.  The marriage wasn't happy, he eventually left (after more than 25 years, mind you!) and we never saw him again.

You know how social media puts ads on your page supposedly because of web sites you have browsed?  Ads generate a huge amount of revenue, I get that.....but how on earth did "they' get the idea that I would be interested in marathon ocean swimming?  I'm not, you know.  Far from it.  Every time I think about exercising, I have to lie down until the thought passes.  A female friend has had ads for bloke's see-through sheer undies in bright colours - doesn't the very thought give you the heebie-jeebies?  I will leave the ribald comments to your imagination.

A few stitches have happened in the sewing room, but as some of those stitches are for Surprises nothing will be shown just yet.  Some unpacking has also happened; it has been very easy to just leave things as they are, messy and in boxes, but it needs to be done.  For one thing there are several circular knitting needles which were packed away and haven't yet turned up.....I know they're somewhere, just don't know where.....

"Obedience.
If you would not have all your instructions and counsels ineffectual, teach your children to obey.  Government in a family is the great safeguard of religion and morals, the support of order and the source of prosperity.  Nothing has a greater tendency to bring a curse on a family than the insubordination and disobedience of children, and there is no more painful and disgusting sight than an ungoverned child."

You know, I agree wholeheartedly with those words.

Enjoy your days!

Musings on life and stuff like that

We have had rain!  A very little rain.....just 2.2 mls, not much more than a dribble and a drip, and it doesn't help the drought much.  But at least we can say that some wet stuff has fallen from the sky, and each passing day brings us closer to more rain.  We hope.

Gardens around town are looking the worse for wear.  The usual glorious autumn display was a mere shadow of its usual self, colours were tired and faded, and now those trees are bare anyway.  From the way some of them look now they may not be around next autumn, sadly.

However, the standard grevillea in our front yard is thriving!

 It is nearly up to my shoulder - I'm not very tall, about five ft two in - and looks spectacular in person.

 Foliage is grey-green, flowers are bright crimson.  Birds and bees love it, but sadly photos don't really do it justice - it's quite vivid.

A couple of pics from our holiday in Victoria two years ago that appear on our computer from time to time - is this a monster?  Or could it be merely a fallen tree?

 Having seen it in person I can tell you for sure - it's a tree.  Or an ex-tree, if you prefer.

With volcanoes in the news recently I am wondering if this vivid yellow rock was once part of a volcano?  It's not very big, about the size of an adult fist, but was quite a vivid sulphur yellow.

The U3A uke gig went off well last week, we played Happy Birthday (plus a few more songs) and the local branch is now ten years old.  Some footage was taken for the local news, however I managed to avoid most of it; the large camera being trundled around on the cameraman's shoulder had a bank of really very far-too-bright lights shining straight in the eyes of the hapless subject being filmed.  I took exception to that, and asked him to point it elsewhere.  He offered to turn the lights off, and I thanked him for that.  So he did.  It's all right for him - he's behind them!

I've been on TV a few times, don't care if I never am again.  Hate, loathe and detest having my photo taken anyway, so being on TV is a bridge too far.

Stuff is occasionally happening in the sewing room, the fiddly-diddly cutesy-poo applique block is done and will be handed over on Saturday.  I don't want it in my sewing room contaminating anything else......not a fan of cutesy-poo, me.  Some more tumblers have been cut, 560 done now, total needed is 840.  As my repro fabric stash doesn't contain 840 different fabrics I am cutting multiples of each; to date some have been cut from each and every fabric in said stash, so now I will start again and cut more from fabrics that didn't have many taken the first time round.

One has to be in a cutting-out mood for that, don't you find?  Sometimes I'm just not......sometimes I am in a sitting-down-and-reading-a-book mood.  So I do.  I really need to be in an unpacking-boxes mood more often too......those boxes aren't unpacking themselves, you know.....

"The eyes.
Beautiful eyes are the gift of Nature, and can owe little to the toilet.  As in the eye consists much of the expression of the face, therefore it should be borne in mind that those who would have their eyes bear a pleasing expression must cultivate pleasing traits of character and beautify the soul, and then this beautiful soul will look through its natural windows."

Riiiiiight........you all thought so too, didn't you?

Enjoy your days!

Baby bird floofiness

Some of you were intrigued by the Tawny Frogmouth in the last post, so here is what they look like as babies......this pic were taken in 2011 at a camp ground where we stayed while visiting Port Macquarie.

"Floofy" is the only way to describe it!

We still haven't had any rain.  Not one drop, not a dribble.  Showers are forecast for tomorrow so if you hear yahooing and yelping from wherever you are and see shadows against the moon leaping and cavorting, it's us here doing the rain dance.  We're not holding our collective breaths, but we are hopeful just the same.

Our uke gig went well last Sunday - we were even asked if we had a CD!  One of the songs played was "All I have to do is dream" by the Elderly Everly Brothers, and a woman sitting near the stage told us it was her favourite song.  We said we hoped we hadn't spoiled it for her forever, but she said she loved our version.......so there we have it, one woman thinks we're as good as the professionals.

In our dreams, perhaps......

The market was held in a small country church so we threw several gospel songs into the mix, all of which our audience enjoyed.....now we need to learn a whole heap more, in case we're asked back.

Stitches have been taken in the sewing room, isn't that something to get excited about?  So I am.  Two BOM obligations done so far, two more to go, and instructions to write for one of those already finished before next Monday.  One of those still waiting its turn is fiddly-diddly applique, a cutesy-poo girl in a long floral frock carrying a watering can.  The world would be a boring place if we all liked the same things.  I do not like fiddly-diddly cutesy-poo applique.  However being as how I am a nice person most of the time I shall try to do it with the minimum of grumbling, and will breath a sigh of relief when it's handed over next month.

"Scandal and gossip.
Scandal is the least excusable of all conversational vulgarities.  Envy prompts the tongue of the slanderer.  Jealousy is the disturber of the harmony of all interests.  A writer on this subject says: "Gossip is a troublesome sort of insect that only buzzes about your ears and never bites deep; slander is the beast of prey that leaps upon you from its den and tears you in pieces.  Slander is the proper object of rage; gossip of contempt."

Probably.

I am old enough to remember when so-called 'women's magazines' contained stuff such as recipes and knitting patterns considered at the time to be not worthy of any serious woman's attention, but compared to the scandal and gossip which fills the current editions they were high literature.

Enjoy your days!

It's the small things

Recently I decided the time had come to buy a replacement copy for the second knitting book lost in the flood, so I went shopping.......but alas, no joy.  Looked online......out of stock.  Finally found a copy on an online auction site and it has arrived, so all is well again!

Sometimes it's the small things which make you happy, isn't it?

Yesterday afternoon Kevin called me outside to see, and I quote, "an owl sitting on the meter box".  Owls being nocturnal creatures, that would have been a surprising sight for sure - but it turned out to be a Tawny Frogmouth, a bird related to owls but not owls themselves.

 Isn't it interesting?  A master of disguise, for sure; if it was sitting on a gnarled branch you would never see it.

Bright afternoon sunshine, as you can see - not the time of day one would expect to see an owl, no wonder I was sceptical!

We have seen them at a zoo but never had a visit from a frogmouth before, so that was pretty special.

Meanwhile, our bright sunshine is very nice but rain is badly needed.  So far this month not one drop of rain has fallen - not a millimetre, not a trace.  If rain doesn't fall by the end of the month (sadly the forecast isn't optimistic) we could end up breaking a record which has stood for over 80 years......not the sort of record we wish to break.  The official reading at the airport shows that the town has had less than one third of the rain which would normally have fallen by this time of year.

Nothing we can do about it though, is there?  We can only wait, because it will rain eventually.  Usually at this time of year the leaves are bright with their changed colours, but not this year.  This year they are faded and dispirited because of the summer heat (it was very hot) and lack of rain.

A couple of uke gigs coming up, one is next Sunday at a small weekend market just out of town....fingers crossed we don't make fools of ourselves!

"Keep your temper.
In discussing business matters, never lose your temper, even though your opponent in a controversy should become angry, and in the heat of discussion make rude and disagreeable remarks and charges.  By a calm and dignified bearing and courteous treatment you will conquer his rudeness."

I do try.  However, one thing which has always made me grit me teeth and hold onto my temper by a thin thread is people asking inane questions like "is it true that redheads have a temper?"  It ceased to be funny the second time I heard it when I was a child, and hasn't been funny since.

Enjoy your days!