Taking the ..erm… Bull by the Tail…
It’s a funny old world we live in. My blogging career (such as it is!), began with recipes and then, because I figured that the recipes on their own were just plain boring, I started sharing some of...
View ArticleMagic May in McGregor – some random photos
May went past in a flash and for some reason I had my camera on hand more than usual. As I was going through them, I noticed interesting textures and colours so characteristic of our village and...
View ArticleThe River: it should be called the Styx
The day that I took these photographs was a particularly happy, leasurely day, when we'd taken a trip to town. Since then, The Husband tells me, he's thought of this fondly as "our" bridge. Not any...
View ArticlePretty Pears
It’s kind of ironic that in my previous post, I lamented the challenge of desserts for Sunday Supper. This is an old favourite (literally) which reflects my preference for desserts that are easy,...
View ArticleSweet Challenge
Today, I am breaking one of my blogging rules and politics competes with pudding for pride of place. … More Sweet Challenge
View ArticleGiving it Beans – II
I began this post on a Wednesday in March. Now it's nearly the end of November. Quite a year it has been, this 2017. The only thing to do, is to give it beans. … More Giving it Beans – II
View ArticleBlack and white
That old cliche that nothing in life is black and white is also a truism. I've not been here for a while because it's been a very interesting time: I came to a crossroads … More Black and white
View ArticleAfter the rain – I
Last January I lamented the hot dry summer we'd had. Little did I know that this summer would be worse. And then it rained. Proper rain. … More After the rain – I
View ArticleGiving it Beans – I
When I dreamed up this title, "Giving it Beans", I knew it was “punny”, but I had no idea that it would end up having such resonance in the days that followed. … More Giving it Beans – I
View Article“Colourless” reflections
I have had reason, over the past three or so months, to take fun photos – for both holiday memories and for other reasons. Sometimes I just point and click, and at others, I point and click wondering …...
View ArticleBags of Provence
Courgettes: the moment you turn your back, they transmogrify from delicate, green fingerlings into giants that can be well-nigh unmanageable. I recently found a way of managing them. … More Bags of...
View ArticleGandalf’s Gambols – I
The Cat’s Mother’s affair with JRR Tolkien’s Gandalf began in 1976, at school. Her class teacher read the story aloud, to the English class; she recalls listening, rapt, to every last syllable of...
View ArticleWhen the dog barked
So much for getting back into regular posts. I've learned my lesson. Like last year, I had an unexpected request to work in a spot that meant a road trip. I pointed the camera at various things.Then,...
View ArticleRiots of reds, festivals and feathers
t has been a somewhat riotous time in South Africa over the last few months. Funny how, 1976, 1986 and now 2016 are all memorable because of riots – about education. No, I’m not going to break my own...
View ArticlePulling the chain….
It's been more than a month since I stopped by. No, that's not a confession. My day job had me travelling again. … More Pulling the chain….
View ArticleTremendous Trees – III
Last time I really thought about it, we were heading towards July, and now it's early September. It seems as though it was just the other day that I was lamenting the demise of summer, and basking in...
View ArticlePearli’s Pickles VIII
The end of winter stirs all sorts of things, including Monster Cat. Why he is nosing around The Sandbag House and Magic Melon and Princess Pearli, only he knows. … More Pearli’s Pickles VIII
View ArticleSpiders for Sofia
Last week I was delighted to see a post from a blog pal who had gone silent for a while. I had missed her posts: usually of teeny weeny creatures - magnificent shots. I had promised her, a long time...
View ArticleOf Fish and Feathered Fishers
It's been a busy month, and we had three feathered visitors around our house who had never before shown themselves. As a consequence of the busy-ness, creativity and kitchen inspiration have been...
View ArticleOwls and Pussycats
A favourite childhood memory is having Granny read aloud to us. In addition to her reading to us, and knitting madly at the same time, my memories include her reciting Edward Lear's The Owl and the...
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