Shadow Shot Sunday ~ The Diving Platform

The scenic view of the shadows under the old diving platform
now inaccessable due to the unexpectantly high water level.
September brought our highest EVER average rainfall for the
month in our State.
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A closer look at the gory details. Withour a boat we cannot
get the run up boards down and with the current water level
they would not be long enough anyway.
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A feather dropped by a passing angel as a bonus for Shadow

Shot Sunday.
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They are definitely better enlarged, even if I say so myself.

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PS You will have an Arija free week next week as I will be in the

wilds of the Flinders Ranges.

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The Logo is a doorway to a shadowy world, click it and disappear

into its wonders.

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All this is made possible by Tracy of HEY HARRIET who hosts

this weird and wonderful meme.

MY WORLD ~ 9 Of Christmas Past.

To all who hold this season dear,
I extend my good wishes and Christmas cheer!

Where Love is , Christmas is in bloom
it fills your heart and every room

25 years ago when our house was lost to fire
40 years worth of my embroidery went as well.
To clear our daughter's head of engulfing flames,
we sent her to Europe and Canada to see relatives
and friends for a while instead. On her travels she
bought a piece of eaven weave and some coloured
threads and, starting at one corner, embroidered
this wonderful cloth for me designing as she went.
For an artist who paints with a very large brush , it
was a labour of love to constrain herself to meticulously
counting out and repeating for all four corners this
intricate design. (Please enlarge to see the twinkling
gold thread outlines). She came back for her father's
birthday (23rd, Dec.) with her Rucksack full of the
most wonderful Christmas decoratios so that, in our
unfinished house we had all the trimmings.



A detail that follows on from the corner



As the years have passed, she has taken more and
more of the weight from my shoulders. Christmas
eve with a feast at the farm below



Tatted snow flakes and wire bauble my
granddaughters have made for our little tree



A lesson in how to wrap presents: when faced
with a skateboard for your siblings, turn it into a
teddy!



More magic from granddaughters, gingerbread with
icing coloured with raspberries, violets and other edibles
from the garde.



One just for me hanging on our tree

Let Angels descend from Heaven above

and shower the earth with incredible Love
Let Peace for once reign

on this planet of strife

and continue throughout

the rest of all Life.

A Merry Christmas to All who visit this site
and so I will wish you a very good night.

I raise my brimming cup to the MY WORLD

team once more and encourage you to tap on

the Logo at right to enjoy the world.

Winter weeding and gardeners' hands

My garden guardian

Perfumed white violet


The hole

Just returned from foray into garden, dug great hole and added yummy mix of sheep, cow and blood and bone to bottom of same at second spade depth level. 'The Alnwick' rose whose pink clashes with 'Graham Thomas' will get a new residence, it, and it's twin, will flank 'Abraham Darby' to balance the other side of my nescent secret garden with 'Just Joey' supported by two 'Jude the Obscure'. Don't you just love the name? It cunjures up times of chivalry and romance, of wimples and siken slippers. I digress. Back to earth.

Aren't you green with envy that I can just trundle down the
hill with my trusty barrow and fill it up at the sheep yards?
Then comes the hard bit, hoping that my daughter or one of
the grandies will take it up again. Not so bad really, usually
score a cup of tea while asking.


My back resenting the exertion, straightened opening a view
of the first rather moth eaten golden Jonquil,



also the grass having sprung up with the few days of rain
threatening knee height and blanketing beds and paths on
its inexorable march to infinity.



Can you guess what I mean when I say weeding, they sprang up while I was pruning roses ... really sneaky!

I'm game, I actually love , yes, Love weeding. Now I must tell you,
I am a person of great forsight, the Boyscouts motto and all that
you know....I always liked boys....ah well.... I bent to indulge myself
with an ogry of weeding only to discover that my heart had become
so jealous of my knees it would not allow my head anywhere near
them. A bit of a disappointment but I have my ways and means,
so down I went on one knee in proposing mode. Remember the
Boyscouts? Yes I was prepared for any eventualiy, my gardeners'
hands were soaked in Skin Repair to their eye balls, I wore gloves.
I even wear gloves at night to evade awakening to mysterious stiff
Polish sausages grafted to my wrists. Well there I was enjoying my
orgy when I spied some tufts of grass among the Freesias. The clump
of Freesias was rather thick and gloves are not known to distinguish
between them and grass. My right glove came off, but only for a
moment you understsand, and, as my knee was getting a bit stiff
from moisture and cold and hard ground, it formed a little, but
effective, insulator. Thereafter I did what I like doing best....
I weeded with gay abandon, savouring the moist earth, talking to
the worms and squashing the armies of little white imported snails.
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My cup runneth over. I am at peace.
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Flowering at the moment
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Surprise in the shade-house
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A violet from my mothers garden many years ago
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Cosmos in mid-winter?
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Tanacetum parthenium (Feverfew) with pine mushroom in background
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The first Hyacinth
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Ipheion uniflorum
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Ruby grapefruit, not really aflower, but so bright
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Glowing ruby seeds on honeysuckle
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Hail pelting down on front path.