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This week’s prompt for Illustration Friday is “stitch.”

I considered several approaches, but settled on this one after being perhaps a little to vigourous in my daily work-out!

I scratched about in an old album and found a photo I took of a common stitchwort (stellaria holostea) that most be at least 35 years old! This is my quick (because the kittens were “helping”) pen sketch.

It’s a pretty little white spring flower and was, in older times, used as a treatment for the stitch, hence the name. How was it used? I don’t know; probably as a poultice? (Yes, I did Google, but there are so many entries I figure if you’re interested, you’ll look it up yourself!)

Sometimes, it appears to have 10 petals; there are, in fact, only five, but deeply-lobed.

And that’s probably more than you need to know!

The rain has stopped!

The sun is (sort-of) shining!
The grass is as high as a elephant’s eye
And that means that I’d better dust the cobwebs off the mower, which has been shoved into a corner since the grass was practically hayed-off and I refuse to waste water on it. It takes longer to drag the mower out and get it started than to mow the piffling little patch of “lawn.” I shouldn’t grumble, I s’pose, after years of trudging up and down several acres of the green stuff. This is the sort of noisy, smelly machine I use…(no, that’s not me!)

This is what I should have….

But this looks like fun! Who comes up with these things?


Oh! For those who don’t know (and that would be most of the readers of this blog), my sobriquet, Dinahmow, is derived from those not-always-halcyon days of mowing great swathes grass!

At least I don’t suffer the Australian obsession with lawns. (And that’ll pull some indignant comments if any of my neighbours read this!!)

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Author: 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!


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  2. When I was a kid my dad tried to teach me to drive using the ride-on mower. So I could try to get my license… so now, about 10 years later, I’ve ended up riding a scooter instead of driving a car.


  3. isltv…hello back!

    stace…a scooter! You’re braver than I! I wouldn’t ride one (or a pedal bike) now with all these spectacularly awful drivers on the roads.


  4. What a delightful line drawing, perfect for the subject :).

    Thanks for the feedback, will have to play with that idea of yours. Haven’t eaten any purple beans yet – waitng for a few more to ‘grow up’ so there are enough to go round. Don’t know whats up with the font – haven’t changed anything, but will have a look. Cheers!


  5. DENISE…I think it was a Blogger boo-boo as my own page was reduced and those with small type to start with were impossible! Anyway, I gave up this morning, but by the afternoon all seemed ok again.


  6. Dinahmow, I think the reason I ride a scooter is because I’m a bit too independent for my own good!!! I work better alone – that goes for offices and vehicles!


  7. I hate lawns! Grass is a waste of time, money and energy. It is also loud and I just hate it. This might have something to do with spending a lot of my 18 years as a garden designer…pushing lawn mowers through other peoples lawns to keep the moeny coming in. I hate to waht I call “Lawn jockey!”

    The babies (the girls) look like theya re keeping you busy! Just wanted to stop by and say hey there!


  8. it hasn’t stopped raining here!


  9. I love that ‘riding mower’!


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