Photos of my friends garden

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Autumn foggy morn

Tranquil garden scene

Time to meditate

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Painting a picture

In the early foggy morn

Autumn calms the mind

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New autumn garden

Genesa heliosphere 

Gives out energy

As the fog lifts, flowers rejoice

 

As autumn begins

Natures beauty astounds us –

Replenish your soul

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Mosaic garden

 giving out her beauty as

autumn fog rises

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She lies among green

Not alone, not despondent

Dreaming of beauty

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Summer daisies bloom

In celebration of 

Cairn poetry

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I need advice

To all my lovely blogging friends out there…help!

I started three blogs some time ago. One for my writing, one for my photographs and this one for, originally, art journaling. I decided at some point to stop the other two and post everything here. Now I have so many photos,  so much writing I would like to post and hopefully get critiques on and my art journaling  is overflowing.

My question is…is it easier for say writers to just read writing posts and photographers to just see photos or is my mish-mash of randomness o.k? I don’t know what to do.

In the meantime I will sneak a few photos here of the slice of heaven from my dear friends property. They spoilt me beyond my wildest dreams. The peace and tranquillity was never-ending. I thank them dearly.

 

One foggy morn in heaven

 

One foggy morn in heaven

 

 

 

 

 

Our breakfast table with a view

 

Breakfast table with a view

 

Who do I spy in foreground

 

mmm…what or who do I spy through my lens in the foreground?

 

 

A little caterpiller...good morning

 

Ah ha! Good morning caterpillar

Fairies fly in with morning fog

and leave their magic dust

to sparkle in the sunlight

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Punctuation phobia and a funny sighting today

 There is not going to be any commas in this post because I have written a children’s story of 7700 words and I am tired of putting commas in then taking them out as I read in modern writing commas are not used much but spell check makes me feel guilty so I put them back in again only to worry if my work is sent for a critique it will be full of commas that will be crossed out so I took them out again but it didn’t read right so put half in and left the other half out but some people say going half and half in life is not good they say life is ‘all or nothing’  but then others say moderation is the key. I got a migraine and threw the print-out in the bin. Now I cannot remember if I have taken them out or left them in what I do know is I AM NOT DOING COMMAS EVER- AGAIN- IN- MY- LIFE!
Full stops are necessary because we all need to breathe and I don’t know about you but reading that first paragraph I went blue in the face. If that  happened to you as well I apologise. I will use more full stops so it doesn’t happen again. 
 
Paragraphs are good they give space and time to gather my thoughts and for the reader to breath deeply.
Semicolons are like having a colonoscopy apparently…to be avoided at all costs unless you think you might die tomorrow so I am not using them either although dying was looking good after trying to figure out commas. 
Exclamation marks… Don’t use more than one well when I want to get a point across like’ I am confused about the correct way to use commas!!! I NEED THREE EXCLAMATION MARKS, DON’T CARE!!!!!!!!!
Backslash asterisks ditto marks what about killer sharks?( Sorry got carried away)… question marks they can stay otherwise there would be no answers to anything as we wouldn’t know if a question was asked or a statement made.
A hyphen alternatively referred to as a dash minus sign subtract or negative is lucky to have so many names and be so important like when I was writing another story and was talking about 250-year-old trees which was a very pivotal part of the story. If I didn’t use those important little bars I would have had 250 year old trees which  could equally refer to 250 trees that are all one year old. Never had a migraine over hyphens they are cool little fellows.
I feel better now that I have got all that off my chest it has been a real pick-me-up. Let me know if you suffer with this illness called punctuation-phobia. I am worried if the illness get worse could I possibly end up in a comma…sorry coma…
ps. this is full of passive voice (computer keeps telling me…I DON’T CARE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
On a brighter note…
THE FUNNIEST SIGHTING TODAY…
I am not sure if this is mean but I couldn’t stop laughing.  I was driving to the supermarket. It was pelting down with rain and in front of me was this poor man driving a very old American Jeep (like in Mash) very slowly. It was complete with tools on the side and all.
My daughter and I were discussing how drenched he must be. All he had on was a t-shirt and a peak cap (yes, of course pants).  We wondered if the jeep was filling up with water.  Every now and then he would give a tiny swerve or wiggle I would call it and we wondered why…then we saw the reason. The windscreen wipers were on the INSIDE of the windscreen and he was manually wiping with them. OMG…it was so funny to see. The side mirror was so far away from him he had to almost lean out to see it. I wish I had a movie camera it was priceless.
I have blocked out the number place, didn’t want the poor man known in any way and I circled the windscreen wiper so you can see out small it was and how big he is.
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Not a great pic but my daughter took it with her phone as we were moving.
I have a busy schedule next week so I will be missing. Happiness to everyone. Keep creating and I will catch up the week after.

Trees and roses and knitting pattern

KNITTING PATTERN is an add in as I have been asked if I would share the pattern for my beret…of course I will, I love sharing. The pattern is at the bottom of this page….back to Trees and roses…

 

I was typing the heading ‘Trees and Roses’ and it reminded me of ‘Guns and Roses’, no similarities…well..there is ‘Axl Rose’ and the song ‘Paradise City’ and that is what I think Melbourne is. This has nothing to do with this post but me being random, I do these things…o.k. where was I…oh yes…trees and roses.

Just walking home today and saw some beautiful trees and a couple of roses and thought I would share them. They were my ‘lovelies’ for the day. Each day I find something that makes me smile or laugh or dance.

A couple of days ago I went outside at 5am, coffee in hand. The sun was till asleep, everything was still, quiet. It was warm as it had been a balmy night. I looked up and my day began. It began with a sigh, a smile and the next 10 minutes as I drank my coffee I gazed at the magnificent starry sky. The milky way flooded my eyes and made them twinkle for the rest of the day. Such little things keep me happy.

I am rambling. The trees and roses…here they are…enjoy. (actually they are tree trunks 🙂 🙂

 

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Evening sky

through birch tree shines 

crystal moon.

randomrose ©

 

KNITTING PATTERN (I hope it is readable)

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Knitting

Yaaaa, finished my beret and it turned out lovely. I am on my second one now.

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I don’t like ‘selfies’ but just wanted to show what it was like on.

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Pretty, pretty and very easy.

Thoughts of a Late-Night Knitter – Poetry by the wonderful Poet Pam Ayres

I had a lovely boyfriend,

Knit one, purl one.

Had him for a long time,

Cast on for the back.

Had him all the summer,

Loved him, cuddled him,

Push it up the knitting pin

And gather up the slack.

Well he knew how much I liked him,

Knit one, purl one.

I made him seven jerseys,

Never did him any wrong,

And he told me that he loved me,

Knit one, purl one.

Told me that he loved me

But he didn’t stop for long…

Happy knitting to all the knitters out there, may your needles click on forever…

Handmade books

I  made this sketch book and did a terrible job of the binding. For those that  want to use Coptic binding and  300gsm watercolour paper, don’t do what I attempted…

Tip one:   Thick watercolour paper and thin waxed thread coupled with me pulling it out instead of along doesn’t work. It cuts into the paper and makes everything uneven. The thin thread doesn’t match the size or thickness of the book.

Tip two: When you are tired  but excited at the prospect of finishing what will be fantastic book… Stop! That combination doesn’t work, mistakes will be made!

Tip three: If you recycle as I do and find some beautiful strong curtain material with the sun block backing and want to use it for covering your book test the glue first, it is very difficult to get the right glue to adhere to that type of backing.

Tip Four: If you want to do a paper backing on the sunblock material so it will adhere better,  test first. I used rice paper, didn’t work, I had a mess (still a glue problem).

Tip Five: Don’t ever half read directions and think you know it all – especially when you are tired or rushing –  doesn’t work.

Tip Six: If the material is very thick it is difficult to mitre the corners neatly.

Tip Seven: Even if you do all the above, hang in there because you will still have a cherished handmade book to play in as I have.

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As you can see pulling the thread toward you tears the watercolour paper as it is soft which gives a messy uneven result. Not reading the instructions properly and thinking I knew everything I only did two leather tapes. For this size book there should have been more…obviously…doh! Had to go back and make do with more secure sewing…mish mash…mish mash….ho hum…

IMG_6034_edited-1 (Medium)Still I like the different textures and papers I chose to put in this book. For a sketch book it gives an opportunity to use different mediums and it is now a secure binding.

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IMG_6031_edited-1 (Small)Apart from the material giving me a nervous breakdown trying to glue it. It is very serviceable for a sketch book as it will be used for en Plein Air sketching. This sunblock curtain material was on a ‘sample’ book that you get shown when choosing curtains. If you are a textile artist visit your local curtain shop, they usually throw the older ones out. They are a good size. They are not all sunblock of course.

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Because these pieces were samples, there was not two the same but that adds to the style of the book. Pages are varied and so are the covers. The above is the back . My prayer flags were old and tatty but instead of throwing them away I kept them, I am glad I did as I have used them to decorate the covers along with a nice piece of recycled cotton with writing on it. The pieces of leather were recycled from old leather couches etc. I asked at a furniture restorer and he were happy to give me the most  d.e.l.i.c.i.o.u.s pieces of soft, aged leather.

The corners were a real problem, doesn’t matter what I did they were a mess, The material was just too thick with the backing to be neat, but as they say Necessity is the Mother of invention. I cut prayer flags and sewed ‘photo corners’ and glued them on, work perfectly and gives a nice look.

I want to tell all those out there that  won’t attempt things with the fear of failure or discard things that are not up to the standard you put on yourself. The ‘not perfect’ have character and you can’t help but love them. I love this book, it is mine, I made it. I learnt many lesson from it and it inspires me to fill it up with my creations . There is no such thing as wrong.

I wrote this piece a long time ago. I went with a group of jugglers to the park where they taught us how to juggle. It rained the night before and the ground was quite muddy and they considered postponing it. We all protested and just as well we did, it was a fantastic experience, fun, laughter and a great deal of concentration. It was a beautiful experience to have those balls land back into my hands. After our session and over a warming drink I wrote this. I guess it has something to do with the bookmaking in the sense that trying things always has some magic in it whether it works or not. The thing that stops us often is…will we be accepted either by ourselves or by others.

JUGGLING IN THE PARK

I juggled .

First one ball

Then a second.

I don’t think they liked each other

They hit in mid-air

They rolled as far as they could

in opposite directions.

I brought them together again

This time there was a bond

Both were muddy.

This time

They passed in the air politely

Landing in my hands.

now

The big question

The third ball – new

clean.

Will it be accepted?

randomrose  ©

 

Flowers and creatures in my garden

It is so lovely to wander around my tiny courtyard and say hello to the residents, well, the ones I haven’t managed to kill off. Does anyone remember the lemon pip?…killed that…Annabelle….killed her; however, these ones are doing well with a regular feed of Seasol fertilizer.

Here they are on show…

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I can stare you down!

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Hello little one. I have to take your photo because you are cute, but you are exposing my garden furniture that needs a repaint.

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My eyes are better than yours.

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My straggly, out of control moon flower plant. She just does her own thing and its not pretty….but…
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This here tiny but (was smaller and I missed it till yesterday). You can see how small it is by my hand…well…

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Here is a close up of the her…watch this bud. I will post regularly (If I don’t forget or kill her…no, haven’t yet and she is years old)

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My beloved maiden hair fern, I love her, she loves me. We have breakfast together on nice mornings. She loves Seasol as well. When I go away she curls up and dies but I give her a haircut and we have a chat and back she comes.

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Little rose, little rose, how I love thee.

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Fuchsia. I tried to correct the light, added some shadow, added some of this then that then Oh well…now she is Fuchsia Jezebel. I won’t throw her out  the window though. In reality she is beautiful and kind.

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Pelagonia, soft pink turns white, clever girl.

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Shhh, don’t tell her, I am not sure of her name…wallflower?

Autumn is here, cool, calm.

Autumn energizers our creative souls.

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My Mother’s Ways

From time to time I like to post something from this wonderful book.

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So here is a little more…enjoy the yesteryear.

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Making and Caring for Clothes

Fresh orange peel is excellent for restoring black shoes that have lost their smartness. Rub well with the inside of the rind, and then polish with a soft cloth.

When cutting out patches for a patchwork quilt, use a piece of sandpaper for the pattern shapes and the cloth will not slip. The rougher the paper the better it clings.

Keep a roll of surgical bandage in your sewing basket. It is handy for facing when letting out children’s dresses, for slipping between front and facing of a fine dress to give extra strength, for tacking over holes in household linens. It has many uses and gives a good foundation for darning.

When commencing to crochet a cap, use a steel hook, rather thick instead of a bone hook. The cap will be much firmer and less likely to finish in a peak at the top after it has been worn a few times.

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If the men are going out into the bush, make a hearty round of scones by adding half cup of fine oatmeal to the ordinary mixture. A little more milk may be needed. They can toast them over the camp-fire if they like.

When making the pot of tea at dinner, fill a thermos flask and leave it for those working late on the farm. Very tired, late workers appreciate that cup of tea put straight into their hands when they come in the door.

Fill wet boots with dry oats and set aside for a few hours. The oats will draw out the moisture and prevent the leather from shrinking and cracking. Dry out the oats and use again. When they are no longer needed, feed the oats to the fowls or the horses.

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Chopped raisins and horseradish make a good relish to serve with meat, hot or cold. Men love it.

Don’t go into the scrub cutting or snigging without taking a tin of ‘cocky’s joy’ with you. Besides being a good spread on dry bread, it’s reviving in the pannikin.(a small metal drinking cup.) ( Snigging:  drag (a heavy load, especially timber) using ropes or chains.”bullock teams would snig the logs to the winder”)

Carbon tetrachloride, used on all sheep stations for drenching sheep, is an effective and rapid remover of obstinate stains – particularly greasy ones – from all clothing. Good for men’s suits and not as dangerous as petrol.

The old bush hat with a row of corks is a good way to keep off flies, but if each cork is dipped in a little phenyl and allowed to dry before being attached to the hat, it will work twice as well...and finally.

Before wearing new boots or shoes, mix and melt over a slow fire half pint drying oil, one ounce yellow wax,, one ounce turpentine and quarter ounce Burgundy pitch. Apply with a sponge to make footwear waterproof. (Galipot is an impure resin of turpentine. It is obtained from pine trees by evaporation of the essential oil and once purified is called yellow pitch, white pitch or Burgundy pitch.)

To add my own photo to this post is my Mum and Dad on their wedding day…approx 1929.

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Nostalgia is a file that removes the rough edges from the good old days.

 Doug Larson quotes 

In Memory of Emily

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Way down back in the dilapidated shed

Away from the prying eyes of ugly old Ned

She hid her book – amid the dust and dirt,

She guarded her secrets of mistrust and hurt.

The palest of sunrays came every morn

Through an old crooked paling – the ray was drawn

Into the shed – but just stopped short of the nook

It would just stop short of exposing her book.

Each night her old hand disappeared in the dust

As she reached in the dark  –  to write was a must.

As she wrote her sad words  –  her touch was to light

Each letter flew off upon wings of a sprite.

Her beloved book held but eight precious pages,

Yet for forty long years she wrote through her stages

And only her tear drops fell onto the page

Releasing her suffering from within its cage.

As she wrote her sadness she never asked why

The first page stayed blank – except for an ‘ I ‘.

She only knew as she reached into the dust

For her own sanity – to write – was a must.

randomrose ©

In Memory of Emily book in box

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.