You may remember this proud image from
Blogblodwyn . Well, Friday I came home to this.
Not the black bag. That was a freebie with the Spanish Instyle Magazine I bought in Girona Airport. My plate from Limoges in 1983. I carried it home safely in my rucksack and it has weathered many moves. The warm, wet weather was too much for the sticky plate-hanger thing on the back. I took the others down to avert a new catastrophe. It looks so forlorn.
The one remaining has the hanger-ring built into it. It's not all bad though. The drought has broken as you may know from the flooding in Queensland - that is bad for them. Here the Darling River is high.
That grassy island is usually the edge of the bank. Today the rain has stopped and I can inspect the garden. Rabbit and lettuce look happy.
Cumquat is coming into blossom and smells divine.
And the washing is finally drying. Don't often have that problem here.
I seem to have a fixation with underwear at the moment. Be snowdroppin' next.
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