Thursday, March 16, 2017


Wishing all my readers a happy St. Patrick's Day.

We like to have a bit of celebratory fun on the day...

after all, St Patrick is the Patron saint of those named Patricia...

Mr C surprised me with a pair of sparkling Irish shamrock earrings..
sourced at Trinity College (when my back was turned) during our visit to Dublin last September..

I wore them to lunch..

and tied my shamrock scarf to my bag..

How to reciprocate?
I whipped up some shamrock cookies...

I'll see if we have some Irish Breakfast tea to have with them.

It's a good day to look at a few favourite pictures from our lovely trip to Ireland in 2016...

The oldest harp in Ireland, at Trinity College, Dublin.

Ancient ruins, full of charm..

Emerald green fields, from here to eternity...

Oh, those doors in Dublin...

and the adorable green post boxes...

and of course, our son's beautiful wedding to his Irish Lass:

Enjoy the day of the Wearing of the Green!


Edited to add:

Just as I finished this post, a great clap of thunder heralded a most unusual storm.  It rained, but the sun shone throughout the downfall which lasted about ten minutes.  I took my camera and ran outside looking for a rainbow:

Indeed there was, and I went to a better vantage point:

A second bow appeared above the first...

The rainbow ends just where I go on my walks. 
See those little white dots?
They are a flock of white cockatoos..

What a wonderful event on St Patrick's Day!

Tuesday, March 14, 2017


It rained today..
and I think some of those lorikeets had no idea what it was...
over 90% of our State now being drought-declared...

The heat has continued, and although it is officially Autumn,
there is no sign of it.

Here's a recent picture of our youngest grandson, C2 in Canada..
just to help us cool off a bit..

Remember those snake deterrents we bought before Christmas, when the Canadians were coming to visit?

They worked a couple of months, emitting their strange vibration, but they have all become corroded in their little solar powered batteries and no longer work.

Cue the first snake sighting of the season, when I went over towards this limp tree fern to take a picture of the effects of drought.
It slithered down near the fence, and hopefully went away..

At least after a bit of rain the tree ferns are now standing proud once more.

This was the only flower I could find in the garden this week.
Thank goodness for the evergreen hedge plants for a bit of greenery..

And did you see what Her Majesty wore pinned to her yellow coat at Westminster Abbey yesterday?
Yes, it is the Australian Wattle Brooch making an appearance.
I'll have to wear my faux version somewhere soon - it is time for an excursion.

I bought a little yellow clutch at a recycle shop for $3, because why not?

I put a tiny pot from the Hopi Indians of New Mexico into Mr C's mini Zen Garden.  A mix of cultures, but I am excited by the Making Modernism exhibition at the Art Gallery which opened at the weekend.
The Georgia O'Keeffe paintings are so stunning, and it is a rare treat to have them come to Australia.  O'Keeffe spent much of her painting life in New Mexico, as you probably know. 

While we are looking at the Zen Garden, I want to tell you what happened to me on Facebook.  Someone hacked into my Facebook account and made a clone version of me, same name and some of my photos, and then sent friend requests to all of my friends.  Some of you would have received them.  I was unawares this was going on until our daughter alerted me.  My fault was I did not realise my privacy settings were set to 'anyone can see' instead of 'friends only' which is how a stranger had access.  They then made a 'clone' of me, and the attempt to gather in my friends is with the intention of collecting their data or finding a way to defraud them.   Most people know to delete a friend request from somebody who is already your Facebook friend, but I am telling the story for those who have not experienced this.  One friend had accepted the friendship of the 'clone' Patricia, and was then subjected to a series of messages about large sums of money available for the taking (something similar to the well-known Nigerian scam to which many Australians have succumbed).

I hope nobody has been hurt by this event, and I will pay much closer attention to my Facebook and Instagram settings in future.

May the rain and Autumn descend on us ...


Tuesday, March 7, 2017


Don't be fooled by this lorikeet - he is a fake one which Little Aussie likes to play with..

George Baldessin, Australia, 1939-78 'Three Pears' 1975.
The Pears are back in the watermall at Qld Art Gallery.
I love them..
Everybody loves them...

Ah Xian, China/Australia, 'Human human - lotus, cloisonne figure 1' 2000-01
And everybody also loves this sculpture, by Ah Xian, who cast the figure of his wife.  The lotus flower symbolizes rising from a dark place into beauty and rebirth, just as the lotus grows directly out of muddy waters to produce beautiful white and pink blossoms.  It represents spiritual unfolding, purity and spiritual awakening leading to nirvana.
The porcelain form is decorated with traditional Chinese cloisonne enamel work, fired in a kiln.  
The blossoms cling to the figure, reaching around and embracing it.

Ah Xian won the National Gallery of Australia's inaugural National Sculpture prize in 2001 with this beautiful sculpture.

Sadly there are no blossoms, lotus or otherwise, in the Red Cardinal Garden of Neglect these days.  A few cooler days (under 30c) last week, and we are back into the hot weather again.  Much of the garden is on the brink of dying..
  But a few pretty leaves are always cheerful...

We went to see 'Hidden Figures', very interesting..
Who knew those brilliant black American women mathematicians were so key to the NASA space programme back in the 60s..

And I loved their fashions, just what women made and wore back in the days of JFK, the trips to the moon, and the Beatles...

Still decluttering - I gave away most of my decorative thimble and mini sewing machine collections.  Except the above...

Have a good week