Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Afternoon Tea
Growing up in the country in the 1950’s, one of the daily events was afternoon tea. This consisted of several cups of hot, strong tea and was accompanied by one of my Mother’s delicious cakes or square cracker biscuits (‘Simply Serve with Saos’) topped with a large slice of a home grown tomato. It was also an opportunity for a break from work and a pause in the day for the family members. In those days, the very same teapot that appears in the photo, wore a tea cosy made by my Nana who was an experienced knitter and expert at making very fine Irish crochet. Her tea cosies were usually multi-coloured and probably knitted from leftover wool as life had taught her to be frugal. So this is my ‘Afternoon Tea Cosy’ with homemade fruitcake, made with memories of a very happy childhood. Join me for a cuppa?
The Royal Souvenir teacup from 1902 of Edward VII (Queen Victoria’s son), that was given to me years ago, is very unusual as when it is held up to the light it reveals a portrait of the King. The ceramic has been moulded inside in such a way in various thicknesses, that it forms the portrait. Amazing!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Living in a cloud
For the past few days we have been staying at our weekender in the Blue Mountains west of Sydney, enclosed by the mist, so we stoked up the fire and enjoyed the peace and quiet of mountain living. The ferns were almost luminous in the mist and the King Parrots soon arrived for their handout of sunflower seeds. The red parrots are males and the predominantly green parrots are females and immature males. They tend to move in large groups so there is a definite pecking order when it comes to feeding. I counted over 20 in this flock and you can see some waiting in the trees in the second photo.The much smaller Crimson Rosellas, who are predominantly red and blue, have to wait until the others depart. They are delightful little birds, and my favourites, and make a chattering noise to one another while they are feeding.
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