I’ve been gone so long that I got a ‘Welcome to WordPress’ message, asking if I wanted a guided tour!

Half my problem is the new editor. Well, off course, it’s not new now.

Anyway, I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve taken photos to share here and then, oops, let the editor scare me off.

Today, I DECLARE I WILL POST EVERY DAY FOR THE NEXT 365 DAYS.

Yeah, really.

Earlier this afternoon, between rain showers, Rob and I drove to a clearing in the forest across from us, for a walk. I have a couple of photos to share. I could hear birds, but I seem to have lost the knack of seeing them in time. It’s much the same in my garden.

There’s still a couple of weeks of Spring left here and I was hoping for plenty of wildflowers.

This cute grass caught my eye. Up close, the pods look like furry grubs.

There were lots of paper-like everlasting daisies on show. Last year, I popped a tiny plant in my pocket for planting in my garden. It grew, and now has two little yellow everlasting daisy buds on it.

Last but not least, are these odd bulbous-shaped pink flowers.

I still haven’t got myself a field guide to wildflowers.

Okay, that’s it. I’m sorry if you’re still waiting for me to approve your response to my last post. I’ll improve, I promise.

Until tomorrow, then.

🙂

Oops, I did it again — another two months gone

And almost nine months on … so much can happen in that time and I can’t just pretend I haven’t been ‘missing’ — again!

I picked up my hearing aids after the last time I posted. WOW. I stepped out into the street and just, wow. The noise was incredible. I had to take out one aid after I got home, and I turned the other down so I could cope. I now wear both from the time I wake until the time I go to bed, at the set volume. I can hear birds twittering and frogs croak. It’s awesome.

My garden is progressing. I may have mentioned I was turning the yard into a cottage garden. It’d be done now, if I could leave the family history alone. The first gerbera flower has appeared, the nectarine is blossoming, and the iris bits I brought home from mum’s a few years ago are promising a great show this year.