Sign of the times

Since we have had flooding, mild as it is, we have been advised not to drink the tap water without boiling it.  So we have also resorted to buying casked water.

I realised this morning that it looks quite attractive stacked up there.  Steve had his first Exhibition Opening last night and sold one of the brick prints in the kitchen.  The buyer is going to put it in her kitchen which is a little bit of whimsical placement that appeals to me - her house is made entirely of galvanised iron.

I usually go berserk when the cupboard doors are left open but this morning I thought they looked rather gorgeous.  Note where my remaining Limoges plate has ended up.

Dinner tonight

Just got these quiches, cooked by Steve, out of the oven.

They looked perfect.

But I understand now why the cooking shows don't use a blue background...

Steve's home

bringing 3 bags full of pink-eye potatoes from Tasmania.  Delicious with bacon.

In the morning

I do love the light in the morning.  A phantom window looking north...

In the kitchen

And the garden finally dressed for a little hot weather.

Great artists

Picked a couple of my Monet Mermaid roses today.  They perfume the room.

Later in the day a light breeze was shimmering the hula skirt curtain thing.

'Been a funny sort of a day'

This was one of Mel's (Steve's Mum) sayings and it always makes me laugh when I think of it. First of all curious markings on the bedroom ceiling

which started to drip...  I was a little concerned because my wardrobe is immediately beneath it.

Then a frog turned up on the edge of the bath in the upstairs bathroom.  I was tempted to kiss him to see if he would turn into a plumber.

pride comes before a fall

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.