About dinahmow

A New Zealander, currently living in tropical Queensland,Australia (with 2 cats and one Main Man).Old enough to remember George VI, white tennis balls and life-before-television.You want more? Read the blog!

I’M BACK!

Oops! I inadvertantly typed an L in there. I am not black. I am varying shades of pink, with a light spotting of paint-chart-mocha.

Waddyamean, you didn’t even miss me?

Oh well, let’s not quibble.Here’s little mystery pic for you.IMG_1540

You know how it works – leave your answer in the comments. Sorry, no prizes.It’s been a taxing time Chez Dinahmow!

I have been and, indeed, am still a trifle busy.Busy lugging hoses around gardens. Up here, we are still waiting for the wet season.Yesterday, Brisbane was hit with the worst storm in (“they” say) a decade.Rather a lot of zeros and commas in the damages bill.

And I’m , a-hem, helping my friend’s class to make a puppet for their carols night. A rather large carried-on-sticks puppet.Of a brolga. Oh dear! I seem to have done my usual thing and jumped in without actually considering the depth. So if I dash off leaving you with a short post you will understand that I need to get another layer on the armature…

IMG_1549The grocer had some marked-down Phalaenopsis on a stand.Couldn’t resist, could I!  They’re indoors for the moment, as a welcome-home for The Man, due back tonight.Tomorrow, the orchids will be moved to the ferny corner, with their kin.

That’s not the picture I intended, but the sharper focused one shows too much clutter and I wouldn’t want you to think I was an untidy slob!

On a sad note…most of you know that I have been to New York twice to be a cat sitter to a most remarkable cat, Don Estorbo de la Bodega Dominicana. A cat of great charm and huge personality, he left all of us who loved him with some wonderful memories. And a vastly enriched vocabulary of bastard Spanish. Bless you, Storbie.on patrol

 

SERVES ME RIGHT FOR BEING ABSENT SO LONG!

Sometimes, life throws curve balls.Sometimes laziness overtakes me. Ain’t sayin’ which…

But I was jogged by my friend, the Banished One so I opened the neglected blog and found the WordPressians had staged a coup.I suppose I’ll figure things out  in my usual stumbling way…

Here’s something to look at while I have a stumble…004

It’s a Blue Tiger Tirumala hamata. Not so many of them in the cooler weather, but they are here in their thousands throughout summer.

I was sorting through a box of what cannot be labelled more kindly than “stuff” and came across something that made me think of a summer day, years ago.

I could hear children laughing and shouting as they played in the garden. Glancing through the window I could see one of the boys running around, one hand flapping at his trouser seat. The others were collapsed in giggling fits. Then the Resident Boy burst in, looking for a cold drink. I said they seemed to be having fun. “Yeah.Jason’s doing hippo farts.It’s brilliant!” And he raced out , taking the water bottles.

Hippo farts? I blame David Attenborough.

Geiger had a trip to Dr.Vet last week. A minor blip. A quick jab sorted it.Not that she thinks a needle in the nether end is minor! But the good thing is that the test that confirmed this infection also returned a negative glucose result. “Told you I wasn’t diabolic!”

And the new banner? That one, up there /\…it’s a native small tree, related to macadamia.Want to see more?IMG_1995  Buckinghamia celissima

Buckinghamia celissima  Commonly called Ivory Curl. It’s growing down near the beach; no room in this garden for it! Mind you, I’ve been wielding the big loppers to great effect…hmm, I wonder.

Not much of a post, but perhaps my mojo will return now that I’ve made some effort.

 

 

FITH. June

Updated to add Jane’s link  

http://flwrjane-smallbutcharming.blogspot.com.au/2014/06/flowers-in-house-of-soccer-june-2014.html

Clock on steroids.Again!.

Just when I think I can see through a gap in the mountain of work….C’est la vie

But, I am ready for Jane’s floriforous frolic! Actually, I scooped some beautiful lilies the other day, as a little treat for us, to celebrate the fixing of the fridge.(see previous post)  And  then, knowing how quickly flowers can wilt here, even in winter, I took some photos. No, I don’t think that’s cheating. I call that smart! And a jolly good thing, too, as a couple of tearaways snapped a stem, rounding the corner into the home straight…Anyway, here are my flowers in the house for this month.002

Yes, yellow lilies.With some yellow roses, too. I was told, years ago, that yellow roses mean infidelity, jealousy and rejection, in the language of love. But some sources say  the yellow rose means friendship.I don’t hold with any of that nonsense! I like the colour and it goes with the decor, so there! I added some jasmine and some greenery and stood the vase in a blue ceramic planter.

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And the orchid, still going strong 6 weeks later. Because I can!

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Huge thanks to all those who have applied the brakes to Global Warming.I am pleased compelled to report that winter has hit us. You thought it was always hot and sunny in the tropics? Oh! Give your head a shake!

Hah! Jane has not yet set Mr.Linky for this month.Serves me right, I suppose, for trying to be on time. But this is where it all happens and as soon as I know I’ll update this post.