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PRIMROSES AND PUSSY-WILLOW

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Once upon a time, a very long time ago…

I used to love  the first flowers of Spring. And my favourites were primroses

(although, in my case, the flowers were actually pale yellow polyanthus, Primula x polyantha as there were no primroses where I lived.) and the catkins of  the Pussy Willow, Salix caprea.

That soft, silvery-grey and the buttery yellow! Over the years I’ve had bed linen that echoed these shades. Clothes? Oh, yes, many outfits. In fact, in my closet now is a grey linen suit which I wear with a creamy-yellow silk shirt.

But, today, I am faced with something of a conundrum. If I have loved this colour combination so much for more than 60 years…why does my hair drive me nuts!

Yep! My natural blonde is turning grey. By degrees. I’m a two-toned, like one of those Humber 8Os I used to drive around in!

1961 Hillman Minx

Why can’t my hair be either one or t’other? Is it too much to ask?

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And for the feather-fanciers…here’s a link, with pictures…

…two (a pair?) of these Torres Strait Pigeons (Ducula spilorrhoa) have been visiting the Macarthur Palms outside our front door. Of course, the minute I  try to sneak out with a camera they flap and clatter  away! So, for the moment, make do with a web picture. But today, I rolled up the verandah awnings and I have the Canon standing by…They are rather handsome, don’t you think? Quite big, too; they look a bit bigger than the ubiquitous “townies” that one sees in London, Venice, Brisbane, Wherever.

The Big Wet has arrived. I’m considering trading the Camry for a float plane. Today’s planned luncheon, at a country cafe an hour or so up the Coast Highway, has been postponed. And the local golf club has a new water hazard!

My laundry is damp. Everything is damp. When the rain stops, things steam. Life in the tropics, folks! *

More soon…

 

*I’m going to enjoy New York!


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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!

23 thoughts on “PRIMROSES AND PUSSY-WILLOW

  1. oh what a handsome pigeon! makes me almost think I could cope with the wet (hmmmmm damp laundry you say?)

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  2. Haven’t you got a few Brits coming your way soon for a little matter to sort out at the Gabba? Won’t there be a few Aussie sighs of relief if it pours continually?

    Humber Snipe! You – that’s to say people in general – don’t get much above second gear when ambling down Memory Lane, do they? Did it have two-tone leather upholstery as well?

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    • Actually, my best memories are of a Morris Minor and we most certainly did get up to 4th!I think the fashion, back then, was for EVERYTHING to be variegated.
      Gabba? I think that’s the place in Brisbane where they hold the paint-drying contests.;-)

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  3. Ha! All I can say is “me, too”. There’s quite a dramatic line developing between the silver on the front and blonde on the back of my head.

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  4. Embrace your two-toneness. I did and it’s very liberating.

    I’m sure New York is going to enjoy you, too.

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  5. Polyanthus always remind me of New Zealand

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  6. Good lord. That pigeon is a doppelganger for our mourning dove. I’ll have to post my dove pictures later on this week after I finish up my Saturday day trip posts (already written and waiting to go). However, I think you’ll be really interested in what we saw on Saturday.

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  7. Ducula? Conjures up visions of a blood-fancying water fowl, rather than a pigeon.

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  8. Gorgeous pigeon. I do hope you manage to get some more pics of them.

    Hmmm…. from now on grey hair is going to make me think…pussy willow?

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  9. I’m so jealous of your New York stay. How fabulous! Meanwhile the pussywillows bring back such fond memories of my grandmother who grew them in her funky backyard and always had dried ones in the house. I LOVED to play with them and there were always a few less pussies on the willows after I left!

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    • I think it’s impossible for any kid to resist stroking the furry things!
      I found some in a fancy flower shop in Surfers’ Paradise once, years ago, and just *had* to buy them. Small Cat thought they were just for his amusement and I had to put them out of his reach!:-)

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  10. Flaunt it, Dinah. Blonde-grey combination tends to look nicer than black and grey.

    I hear the drought’s officially over in NSW, by the way. That’s such good news. But early rain’s damaged the cherry crops.

    Haha, Christopher, does that mean the Brits. might feel right at home and not whinge?

    Weee heee it’s raining here and it’s going to be a coooool day.

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    • I guess we’re never happy! And yes, the drought’s well and truly broken in a lot of places. Flooding is our current concern.If the English cricketers had brought ponies they could have played water polo.;-)

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  11. this reminds me of In The Wet – one of my fave books as a teen!

    lovely primroses and pussy willow

    (-:

    XXX

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