So…a little more tinkering and tweaking and I think we can call it done.

But I should back-track a little…I have also tinkered with some photos .

My friends’ Eden garden.

Dendrobium speciosum
Here’s a link, should you live in a suitable climate
A pretty little grouping of soft pinks on the front terrace.Perfect for that early morning cuppa.

Castanespermum australe.  This is down near our beach and is what my “bean trees” would grow to if I let them!

Acacia holocericea spent seed pods. Known as Velvet Wattle for its very soft leaves.

And we had a visitor! A niece was over from NZ for a conference in Sydney and she spent a few days with us. We took her out and about, walked along the beach, paddled in the sparkling water. And decided a swim would be just the ticket! So good, we did it again the next day!

That pesky cyclone that was hanging around finally went out to sea after making a bit of a mess up north. No serious damage here and most of us were very happy with the rain!

My sweet little Pigeon* orchid, Dendrobium crumenatum,  was, perhaps, the happiest- it produced 7 sprays of flowers! True, they do not last long, but they are so delicate.

*And I’ve been calling it a “dove” which is the common name of a different one, a Peristeria. Mine is the “pigeon.”

Well, folks, in my world breakfast beckons. And I have a busy day ahead…


A very lazy,uncaring blogger. But I have had one or two other spanners in the works. Hopefully, said spanners now removed and flywheels operating normally.

Around the traps (the blogging world, that is) there has been some discussion of similar laziness.Why do so many of us seem so disenchanted with what, after all, has been our chosen means of expression and intercourse with other writers? Some of us write for a living  (hah! in my case, a few miserable coins.Occasionally.), some of us write as an adjunct to other work, some of us just enjoy the company we find on the platform. But for whatever reason(s) we have not felt the old urge. No, Muriel, not that urge! Muri-  Nurse! 

The long, cold winter? The debilitating heat of summer? No, I think it’s a relentless overburden of what we’ve been told is “news.” It streams at us, endlessly.Repeatedly.And it’s not always nice. In fact, it’s almost always bloody horrible.

The lovely Miss Scarlet has had a similar malaise, but she’s pulled up her brastra    bootstraps and is posting again

The Banished One never really left us. He sometimes says he has nothing to say.He lies. Even when he’s economical with words, he has pictures. Today, he reviews a New York play.

And the lovely Jane is hosting another round-the-blogs flower show. She’d also noted that many had slipped off the carousel of blogging.

There are many others. And many reasons for slipping quietly away (no, Muriel, not you.)

But I’ll try to pop in here , maybe with something worth reading.Maybe not. But I’ll start with some flowers.


A proper, professional bouquet! My Main Man had a spell in hospital and his office staff sent him these gorgeous beauties. The gerberas’ heads were collared and stems wired.Very impressed, I was! And, with a little trimming of stems and fresh water they survived very well.

Sadly, there is little  that is pickable in the garden Chez Dinahmow, this being the edge of what we call winter. But two of the plumeria and several Hibiscus mutabilis have put on a good show.That old stand-by, Dietes always stumps up.


Plumeria (aka frangipani)


Dietes.Grows with all the vigor of a weed.

Michelia figo

Michaelia figo, “port wine magnolia” outside the back gate. It has set seeds this year!

We walked down to the beach the other day.First time we’ve been there since the wretched crocs and jellyfish closed it a few months ago. I had the little camera in my pocket…


Looking south east through the curtain of Casuarina. Those clouds? The remnants of the storms that battered the Brisbane area.


Looking north, across Sunset Bay to Bucasia Beach.


And I’ll close with a Calliandra, also from the beach walk. I think they’re garden escapees, growing beneath coconut palms at the edge of the mangroves.



I’ve been wandering through too many real estate blurbs! Not that we’re planning to move. No, the title is more to do with a little bloggy housekeeping. Not much, mind! Hey! I’m flat-out trying to keep the home house neat so the blog gets nowt but a header change now and then. (And even that’s set to “auto” because I’m busy elsewhere.  lazy!)

But, if you’ve a mind to know more about my busy-ness you’ll see that I’ve added a new page, artist books. Up there /\, just below the picture. Rather than clog the blog with stuff not everyone wants to read, I’ll post bits and pieces there. And there’s also a link to the group blog if you’d like to read/see more.

But don’t expect to see everything! This project is  about swapping works with other book artists and we’d like to retain an element of surprise. 😉

So…what will I write on the main page? Oh, the usual nonsense. A sort of “wot I done on me ‘olidays” essay.

I might, for instance, have told you that I swam in the ocean at my local beach. No…the beach has been closed since Saturday when the life guards found jelly fish. Big box jellies. Red flags. Disappointed beach babes.

But I’m heading to the pool after lunch!


So consider yourselves rested!

That foggy-looking stuff in the new header is-fog. Not- many- degrees- above- freezing- fog. See? I keep telling you all it gets damn’ cold here in winter.

Actually, it looks very like the countryside where I grew up. Ah! The memories of scrunching across frosty grass to get to the dairy. Of snuggling against a cow’s flank to get warm.

And that was in the Spring, when milking began again after the winter dry-off. A lot of farmers took up ski-ing as winter was the  only time they could take a holiday!

This is not a New Zealand dairy farm, of course. Nope. It’s a couple of scruffy acres, a few minutes from the ocean in tropical Queensland, still with a few beef cows, but it wont be long before these few acres are sold to extend the new housing estate going in next to this paddock.

I had started writing about loos with views, but was called away and when I returned, this was in my reader. Besides, Ian has clearly sampled more than I have, so pop across and find out.

He also displays art in his loo. So do I. Years ago, a friend was amazed to find an original painting  on the wall of our loo. “Why” she wanted to know. “Why not?” I replied.

Currently, I have a much-admired original coloured drawing hanging just outside the loo in our utility area.

If you’ve been reading this blog for a while you’ll probably recognise the style. It’s another Andrea Pratt piece. One day, I’d like to see a real loon. But until then, this makes me happy.

I went for a walk along one of the  beaches this morning. Man! It was crowded! The other day, I had an entire beach to myself, but today there were two people walking dogs , one jogger, an old man hobbling barefoot across  the driftwood and shells, PC and WPC Plod (but they stayed in their patrol car!) and one fisherman. As I left someone drove up with a surfboard.

Surfing. Pretty much  a compulsory past-time in a place like this. But not for me! I did try it, years ago, when boards were heavy, wooden things. They hurt, a lot, when they hit you. I didn’t think ribs looking like a xylophone was attractive or comfortable so that was the end of my surfing.

Like mistletoe, isn’t it?

And one more picture, to tease you. Can you guess what it is?

Today’s mystery…