T.G.I.F…
Missing OH like mad, he’s due back from Cambodia on Sunday. Call it co-dependence if you want, but I call it a happy marriage…
(Tom Samek print for my 50th birthday a long time ago)
Off to House to get my dose of deserted beaches.
This is last week… it’s oh so quiet, sshh, shhh…
And then this week with a humdinger of an easterly swell!
Back to House’s garden to find colour in a bleak day.
The willow. Love my willows to pieces!
Looking up through the willow.
One of the Japanese maple’s red branches and trunk… so fell in love with it, had to plant two more!
Chamomile daisy amongst the upthrust of the hoop-petticoats. Only 8 more weeks before their chrome skirts burst into flower.
Anemone or Japanese windflower. Should be finished but obviously a show-off.
Fallen leaves like a sweep of snow over the garden.
Marjoram. Can’t work out why it wants to flower today of all days.
Rosella parrots eating my parsnip greens – how can I be peeved? Look at the colour! Beats blackbirds!
Thank you for sharing all the lovely pictures! Especially like the pic of the waves coming into shore and the Rosella parrots! The most colorful birds I have are Cardinals…one of them comes to my kitchen window every day at 2:30pm. I like to think it’s the “baby” I rescued several years ago.
The parrots were such a bonus, Lynn. Veggie garden is right outside window. And I was inside. I rarely have my camera when I need it and have yet to perfect phone pics, so I crept back out to the kitchen, grabbed camera and then sidled back into the bedroom, popped head round curtain and took snap.
oooo pretty pictures!! Nice change from the horrible winds outside and 100+ temps here!! BTW…how’s the neck?
Hello Queen! Your Maj, Ma’am etc. We have finally entered winter if one can call it that. Mild as autumn but with rain at last. Neck is getting better thank you. Out of collar. Had local anaesthetic into muscles of neck that were in spasm. They’ve softened each day. Although it was explained to me that there is a lot of degeneration in the cervical vertebrae so it WILL happen again. Joy. Shall still kayak though, but maybe not lift bales of hay on the same day…