Monthly Archives: November 2012

Let the Sunshine Out

Quite a few days ago, Miss Marzipan nominated me for The Sunshine Award. I was surprised and delighted. Before I could respond, I received another Sunshine nomination from Sofia Ängsved Photos & Art

I am not sure if I am supposed to accept two Sunshine awards at once, but I am going to because I want to acknowledge the support, kindness and encouragement given to me by  Miss Marzipan and Creative Garden. I am looking forward to reading about Miss Marzipan’s Blessingway and Advent preparations. They are bound to be special events. I am equally looking forward to more beautiful photos and creative posts from Sofia/Creative Garden.

The Sunshine Award is symbolised by a flower that one blogger can give to other “bloggers who positively and creatively inspire others in the blogosphere”.

As with most awards the Sunshine Award comes with a few simple rules:

  1. Acknowledge the person who gave this award in a blog post.
  2. Do the Q&A below.
  3. Pass on the award to 10 deserving and inspiring bloggers, inform them and link to their blogs.

Questions and Answers

Who is your favorite philosopher?

I don’t have one.  I do like the Dalai Lama’s words of wisdom.

What is your favorite number?

It changes all the time. At the moment, I favour combinations of 5 and 6 e.g.  65 or 565 or 655

What is your favorite animal?

My miniature schnauzer 🙂 , then hedgehogs; both are cute and prickly.

What is your favorite time of day?

Twilight in the summer.

What are your Facebook and Twitter?

I don’t have a Twitter account and my Facebook is private for now.

What is your favorite holiday?

Lately, it’s been Diwali because it brings back some wonderful childhood memories.

What is your physical favorite activity?

Walking, walking and walking.

What is your favorite non-alcoholic drink?

Cranberry juice.

What is your passion?

Kindness and the practice thereof

What is your favorite flower?


My nominees:


The world according to a 20-something, op-shop loving, dumpling eating, finger nail biting, bracelet making maniac.

The blog that introduced me to the blog world.

If today is Tuesday, this must be . .

 Although this Travelling Kiwi is temporarily grounded, I can’t wait till she takes off again and writes about libraries and churches she encounters on her travels.


 A poet and reader of poetry and a translator.  I love her translations of Psyche and Cupid.


 I enjoy her accounts of life in a different part of our lovely New Zealand.


Beautiful photographs and an inspirational look at “loving kindness”

Emily Cooks Vegan

I enjoy her fresh and vibrant approach to cooking.


I admire the creative activities that Mtetar shares with her grandchild.


The photos on this blog are truly delightful.


My musical education is being revitalised by Leaping Tracks wonderful posts on music.


Sufey’s brings a smile to my face and like all my other nominees brings plenty of warm sunshine.


Any time is Granola time.

In my long ago life in New York, I was introduced to the deliciousness of home made granola. I made a lot of it and ate a lot of it.  And then, probably because I was in places where the ingredients were hard to come by, I stopped making granola. Recently, a friend, with a passion for a  good granola breakfast, inspired me to revisit my old granola habits. I fished out my tatty, tatty granola recipe, taken from  Waldbaum’s Quick Oats packaging, in the late 1980s, and made a batch of granola. I scorched it, slightly, but granola is forgiving so it was still scrummy, especially with its deficiencies smothered with yogurt and chunky cooked apple.

Today I made some more granola and this time I toasted it perfectly. Not 14 cups of granola though. I halved the recipe to suit my little household.

Granola, anyone? Good for breakfast, good for any and all times.

Questions: Does Waldbaum continue to put a granola recipe on its Quick Oats packets? Is it the same one? Or is granola so 1980s that the modern consumer no longer makes it?

Miracles do happen.

To my great delight and utter amazement I discovered a flower on our kiwifruit vine this afternoon. I planted a male vine and a female vine about 3 years ago and this is the first flower ever. I had almost given up hope of anything but lush green foliage strangling the fence.  I think it is a male flower so it remains to be seen if we get any kiwifruit this year. But, just to have a single beautiful flower seems like a miracle and I am content with that.

Other updates, along the fence line: The blackcurrants are beginning to swell. Looks like we will have a bucket harvest this year instead of the usual handful.

The miniature Ballerina apple trees are healthy and fruitful too. It makes me happy to see them so bountiful this year, but I am not counting my apples before they ripen!  They still have to survive  heat and wild, dry nor’westers before harvest time. More miracles required methinks.

Moses’ Supposition ♥

For you dear Mother; a posy of Moses’ sweet toeses!

“Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously,
For nobody’s toeses are posies of roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.”

The miniature rose which I planted for you so many years ago is so healthy and abundant this year. Here is the rose cascade in the early evening light.

Hide and Seek at Benmore Gardens

Designers of public gardens are so wonderful, and witty.

This morning we were out in unfamiliar territory and happened upon the hidden gem of Benmore Gardens. From the car park the gardens appeared like this: But beyond the swings, there was a whole other world.Of course, I slid down the slide (not really…but I wanted to).  In truth, I walked sedately to the glint of blue in the  bed of rocks and found a small iris.Returning up the slight slope, I took this picture which is the opposing view to my first photo at the park entrance : Now, who would guess, from a distance, that in those grasses are a see-saw, a slide and a fairy ring with two child-sized chairs made from old tree trunks. So, we found all the hidden play equipment but where were the children? Probably, most sensibly, hiding indoors from the midday sun. Fairies must have been well hidden too.

Another angle on my garth.

The cat and I traded places today.  She came indoors and looked at us from another angle; an elevated one, please note.

In between rain showers, I went outdoors to look at the garth ( the cat’s normal sitting place) from different angles.

What did I learn from this ‘different – looking’? Nothing much: my grass needs more care; I am not flexible enough to get a cat’s eye view of the garth.

Garth …….. my friend, Travelling Kiwi, introduced me to the wonderful world of garths. The meaning most associated with garth is a grass quadrangle surrounded by cloisters. The archaic meaning is a yard, garden or paddock. My garth is archaic rather than cloistered. 😀