Times Are Changing

Neighbors have watched this tree with each approaching storm. Afraid it might fall on their homes. The way it swayed. And bent to the winds fierceness. The Magpie watched them cut down the tree. The pair usually nested there. Sat there to watch for me to open the shed door to swoop down for food. To watch for the postie to come deliver the mail. Stranger they know should not be in your yard. The job took two days to cut down and chip up the limbs as they sawed them off. At least everyone will feel safer with the predicted stormy weather to head our way.

The warmer weather should arrive soon. Lizards are coming out to sun themselves. this was the first one. There are more scooting around the yard and sitting on the posts out of harms way. Luckily. I haven't struck any while I have been trying to catch up with the weeding which grew during the winter months. I have been slowly working on the garden beds when the back, hip, and weather permitting. I work until the pain comes. Take a break to crochet, write, or do computer work. With all jobs, I have learned to not keep going when the pain strikes. During the winter months I did a lot of crocheting to make woolen blankets for those in need. Most of the time the wool is supplied but I do buy some to be able to finish the project when the supply is low.                Mystery woman My Vegas. Vegas is a bright star. A Celestial body. So that...

                                  Purr-r-r-r   Moon beams shone on the half naked male bodies on the once pristine manicured lawns.   The Pisces full moon hung low in the morning sky. Foliage from the tall trees blocked out the  bottom quarter from view.   Birds sang in the treetops to bring in the new day. A day. Some of the revelers didn't want to arrive  so soon. The raucous sound pounded in the heads like many jackhammers.   Hysterical female screams echoed along the hallways o...

The topic for the month was "Grand Parents". This was a very hard topic. I didn't have much association with mine. Some died before, or just after, I was born. But I did come up with a couple of memories once I began to dig deep into the past.                        How times have changed Negative connection I wasn't close to either of my two remaining grandparents. My mother's mother died two years after I was born My father's father. I don't know anything about him. He wasn't mentioned within my hearing. I lived too far away to have much contact with them. We had to drive for hours to visit when my father wasn't working. The visits were very short. To me. Both were grumpy. Distant in approach. Not showing love to me. I was made to feel I wasn't wanted. Distance from both of them may have caused us to have no connection. Even though my grandchildren live away from me, I still love them all the same. Tr...

I have been very busy of late. I was away for five days over Easter. Then went away to the Wondai Flower Show on another day. Then there was the lawn to mow. I had done the lawn before I went away for the five days but with all the rain we were having made it grow. The wire grass was about two foot high in the back yard before I could get to mow it. Got most of it done but the mower stopped for want of more fuel. Didn't have any left. No energy either to drive to the servo to get more. I finally got back to finishing the lawn over the weekend. I have been uploading, and sorting, out the 300+ photos I took over the both trips. I was also busy writing my stories for this month. And finding the photos for this months theme. So here are a few of the memory stories I have written.                                        Hidden flaws I didn't know. There I sat minding my own...

We went for a three hour cruise on the Noosa River. The day was sunny. The water calm until the other boats sped past. We watched a couple of boats go through the lock to reach their home. The water was brown from recent runoff from the rain. We seen some birds life. We had a great time watching the scenery as we past.

In the middle of the cyclone we had awhile back, the birds sat on the fence in the pouring rain rather than sit in a swaying tree. The photo is taken at slow speed to catch the rain drops. Last week we were given a first page of work someone had intended to use in their novel. This was to test our editing skills. We had to read the piece then go by our gut reaction to say why we liked the story. Or didn't. Then we had to write the story in our own words on how we would have written the story. I can't put up the original piece to be able to compare changes because it wasn't my work. This is what I took from the story after I'd done some research. I don't believe this was done before writing the other story. I even had to change the names used to be able to upload. Elsa was born in a workhouse to a poor mother. Or was she there after being thrown out of her family because of adultery. Rape. She was orphaned after birth. During the pregnancy her mothe...