Weekly Photo Challenge: Object 2

Meet Rocky, my mother’s dog….

"Is it dinner time yet?" thought Rocky for the 19th time that day!

“Is it dinner time yet?” thought Rocky for the 19th time that day!

Yesterday was my mum’s 83rd birthday so we all went to celebrate with cake!!

Which brings me to the photo challenge of ‘object’.

To be precise, I will show you the object of Rocky’s desire……

"Mmmm cake!" thought Rocky hungrily!

“Mmmm cake!” thought Rocky hungrily!

"Mmmm cake!" thought Rocky again!

“Mmmm cake!” thought Rocky again!

"Mmmm cake!' thought Rocky in a single minded way!

“Mmmm cake!’ thought Rocky in a single minded way!

"Mmmm cake, it's mine!" thought Rocky as he tried to manoeuvre his head towards the cake!

“Mmmm cake, it’s mine!” thought Rocky as he tried to manoeuvre his head towards the cake!

That’s All!

See Ya xx

Wild Life, Plant Life and Bad Hair Days!

It was cold today…and windy! I had decided to take my mother (wrist operation recuperation at my house) and her dog Rocky (always looking for food) to show her the allotment which is now covered with carpet-No, I’m not completely mad, it’s to kill all weeds and unwanted growth so we can produce mountains of veg etc. next year!!

This blog will introduce you to my mother a little (but I can’t get her to put her hood down), Rocky (who is very sweet and utterly devoted to her) and a couple of other creatures on the way!

So, here’s Rocky at the allotment…

I told you it was windy!

Then here’s my mother and her shadow!

What is she thinking about so deeply?

I told you yesterday about my mum’s comments on my handmade, by my own fair hands, woodstore and you know, I don’t think she’s forgotten about it yet!

For those of you who haven’t read it…she thought it was badly designed!!

Anyway then we met these three…

These three are together all the time and move as a unit!

My Mother made friends with Sherlock…


Here’s a cute close up


And another…

That wind is whooping his hair about!

Here’s Rocky at home….

Notice in the background a very fine woodstore!!

Is it a bad hair day…or not??

Dinner time Rocky!!


That’s all!

See Ya xx

Fungi, green iridescence and who’s that up ahead?

Well, as you may know if you had a peek at my blog yesterday, I am looking after my mother after she has had an operation on her wrist for carpel tunnel syndrome. Mind you I nearly stopped looking after her when she mentioned that she thought my woodstore (made by my own fair hands and several dozen brackets) had been poorly constructed!! Just because the roof isn’t big enough and the wood gets wet doesn’t mean it has a bad design!!!!!

I think I had better get on to fungi quick sharp….

Wet weather and fungi go together well as the next pictures will show you…

Surely this has to be a town for some creature?

A tiny creature town going up a hill?

Now this next photo, whilst the light is not brilliant, does still show how this fungus has grown around leaves….Quite weird I thought!

Strange but true!

Another lovely set/town/group of fungi…


This next photo has my rather unattractive looking boot in it and there is a reason for this! I wanted to be able to show how big the fungi was…

There was lots of this in my village churchyard.

Now for three aesthetically pleasing (well to me!) photos of fungi…

So cute!

Love this two tone one!

I’ve just glanced at the title and realised I must show something regarding the green iridescence statement. This was about the branches of a fir tree where we walked this morning-myself, my mother and her dog Rocky.

No spray cans involved…and no photoshop either!

And finally to address…who’s that up ahead?

I’ll leave you to guess!

Both my mother and her dog are caught up in their own thoughts I think!

That’s all!

See Ya xx



Ducks’ Tails and Dragonflies

Today I wish to tell you about a jealous secret I have had for many years and it is to do with my mother! This secret jealousy has made me want to steal!! And, of course, once I steal (which I haven’t yet!), I will then have to lie! None of this is good practise for family relations which at present are in fine form!

So thus I will begin my confessional:

It is to do with ducks….duck feathers to be exact!

Did you know that male ducks have a little curly feather near their tails…sort of on top of their back but at the tail end? Well maybe you should take a look one day, they are very wonderful. And the wonderful thing about them is the shape of the feather. Oh dear, I don’t believe I am expressing myself very well at all…perhaps a photo would be better. This is not terribly clear but you will be able to see what I mean I hope!

Can you see the curly tail feathers?

So the jealousy is down to the fact that Mother found not one but two drake tail feathers! And she won’t give one to me (mind you, I wouldn’t give them away either!) and I know it may not seem like much to you……

Anyway I was allowed to take photos of them and so in honour of how much I like them I placed one of them on red cloth:

I love it and covet it!

Here are the two of them free styling!

My mother owns two….grrrr!

Anyway, I was in the process of forcing my mother to look at my blog (which I do once a week whether she likes it or not!) and she was looking at the one where I took photos of the large dragonfly. Anyway then she said, “I’ve got one of those!” and proceeded to rush to a secret place (she has many) and pulled out a box. And in that box was this:

Mother has had this for many a year.

I took a series of photos and close ups which follow (Don’t forget, one click over one of these photos and they become nice and big):

Sadly I put the dragonfly on the royal red carpet too but one of its’ legs got caught and came right off….Oops!

To finish, here’s a rather jolly photo of a slightly smug and self satisfied duck!

Cor luvver duck!

And that’s all!

See Ya xx

Oh me Oh my…you say she was once a teacher??? (Thursday 6th September)

The first thing I must do today is apologise. Yes apologise I must for a spelling mistake. All through my blog yesterday I had an uneasy feeling every time I wrote a certain fruit name and it wasn’t until I showed my mother the blog (yes she of speeding ticket fame)  that I let out a squawk and realised I had written ‘pomegranite’ instead of ‘pomegranate’. So sorry-but now that’s cleared that up I’ll tell you a little more of the Turkey holiday.

Twas early in the holiday, maybe the second day, just before the tree cutting expeditions but on a reconnaissance mission (longwinded sentence  or what?) that the accident occurred. Here let me tell you……

My travelling buddy and I were ascending some somewhat perilous Turkish steps when I heard a sort of crumping sound behind me followed by a guttural groan that seemed to emanate from my previously mentioned buddy. One look at the scene behind me warned me that there might be a broken bone afoot! The problem was indeed in the foot region and as I heeded cries of ‘Get me ice!’ I thought, ‘Where’s the nearest hospital?’ This is the result of the fall…..

And that was before her foot swelled to almost double its size!

At this point I will tell of a weakness that I have, one that I have passed on to my children….I’m afraid I tend to laugh inappropriately! However I am pleased to report that I did NOT in this instance! (Phew!) Fortunately no need for hospital but a very nasty injury all the same.

Now onto a slightly more nature orientated couple of photos. These photos are of a Turkish butterfly (kelebek) that I have since looked up on the internet and which appears to be a rare Mission Blue. Both with wings closed and with wings open it is very beautiful….

The Mission Blue kelebek

And in ‘arms up’ position…..

Look at the stripes on the antennae

Now can I remind you or indeed inform you that if you hover your mouse over the pictures there is usually some comment lurking beneath!

That’s all.

See Ya xx

Dragonfly and a glimpse of my future?

I haven’t been at home much recently as I have been staying with my mother, ‘she who was caught speeding at 81’ as she is sometimes known!  She has a small dog called Rocky who obviously needs walks and so we have spent time in the Buckinghamshire countryside walking by the River Thames. On one particular day there were some workers strimming the river path. They were working about 100 metres apart. The first one offered us some advice as we approached, which was to alert the other worker to our presence otherwise we might have the painful experience of strimmed ankles! Rocky went on the lead as it wouldn’t have been his ankles that were in danger with him being a small dog, and we continued our walk. I began to wonder if I should perhaps jump up and down a little to attract the other worker’s attention. Fortunately this was not necessary and the said gentleman stopped strimming to let us pass. Unfortunately for him just as we passed I spotted a  dragonfly-a beautiful luminescent blue one-and nothing could divert my attention from that dragonfly and obtaining a photo. I managed to get several and here is one:

What a beauty!

I moved further and further into the bushes to get the ultimate shot and it was then that I noticed that the very loud strimming sound had stopped completely. I looked round and saw that the strimmer chappy was waiting for me to finish my photography before he recommenced his work. He had a look of weary irritation on his face and all of a sudden I was reminded of my last blog-‘Orange Tip and Finger Tip’, in which someone was watching me once again in the bushes, camera in hand and a look of triumph on my face as I got that elusive photo.

‘Can’t resist a dragonfly,’ I shouted to him as if this would explain everything, ‘just one more shot!’

He leaned on his strimmer and nodded and I’m not sure if I saw one of his eyebrows raised! But look at this photo:

Strim ye not whilst I take the shot!

Now you may be wondering why I have given this blog the name of ‘Dragonfly and a glimpse of my future’?

Well as my mother and I were walking back, I took this photo of her:

Mother and Rocky

Actually if I look like this when I’m 81 (though perhaps with slightly longer trousers!) I won’t be doing too badly eh?

See Ya x

How I felt about News Books-aged 9. June 14th

Still with the subject of ‘What is in my parent’s loft’, I have a News Book to show today. I have to say first that, as an ex-teacher (HURRAY!), I am convinced that there is very little merit in News Books as a regular activity. However here are the ways in which they are useful:

  • They are brilliant wasters of time if you arrive on a Monday morning and have done little in the way of preparation.
  • Once in a while, perhaps when studying Samuel Pepys, they are a valid educational activity.
  • If you want to know what the parents get up to at the weekend then you can glean much information from the News Books page.

So here are three pages from my October 1970 News Book:



For the record:

  • The Hawtree’s were our neighbours.
  • Keith was my age and he made me nervous.
  • I don’t remember them having a dog!
  • Keith’s mother knocked me off my red and silver raleigh bike in her drive way on a different occasion.
  • It was years later I heard rumours of drink being involved.
  • I really scraped my elbow badly on her wretched drive.

Short and Sweet!

Either we weren’t given much time to write these News Books or my contempt for them was showing at the tender age of 9!


Obviously desperate for material methinks!!

I don’t think I need to say any more!

See Ya xx

Promises to self from many years ago!! (Yes more loft material!) 13th June

Just a quick one for starters today… I found this this morning, inside a box of lots of bits of paper with writing and pictures done by myself and my brother and sister (more of which in another post!):

I wonder how much profit my mother made!!

Things I have learned from this:

  • Do not to offer to pay someone when eating something that is not good for the diet!
  • I was older than 8 (possibly 10 or 11) and had learned how to spell ‘signed’ (this refers to earlier post where I wrote ‘singed’ instead of ‘signed’).
  • I knew not to put crisps and cake on the list!

Til later…

See ya xx

What can happen to your hair! 24th May

Perhaps you should have worn a hat!

I thought I’d start with the picture today as seen above!

Well, the loft clearing and sorting continues at my mother’s house and when I was there yesterday I found another childhood gem of a painting. Now, I have to tell you it is not my painting-I preferred drawing animals. Yes, you’ve guessed it, it’s the work of my sister. She didn’t, however, dictate the drawing to me (like she did with her story of the other day), no, this one was done by her own fair hands. It all belongs to her-the idea and everything! (Don’t worry sister, I have left it at mum’s house.)

I say this to my sister because whilst she does not have a Facebook account, her husband does and he, I am sure, rushes in each night to check what I have written in my blog and then enthusiastically calls his wife over to read the latest exciting instalment!

Below I have listed what I believe this painting tells us:

  1. It is definitely a warning of the dangers of not checking the weather forecast when one has had one’s hair done.
  2. It shows us the dangers of wanting our hair to be anything other than what it is.
  3. It is a clear indicator of how, these days, image is everything.
  4. It tells us not to allow our days to be influenced by how we look (or how much we weigh) but to think on more important matters! (Deep!!)
  5. It shows us that when you want to draw a nose, you can use musical notation…one minim facing one way and another facing the other!

I am still looking for a painting of a bull preparing to charge that my brother created when in Mrs. Hazelwood’s class. It caused much mirth back then!

See ya xx