Saturday, April 7, 2018

Dear Summer

Dear Summer,

This letter is to tell you we're through
I've had long hot months to consider our relationship
And it's not me
It's you

You've given me many sleepless nights
Tossing and turning in despair
All the windows thrown open
Trying to get some air.

You've completely scorched my garden,
And not allowed the slightest cool breeze.
Wisteria is wilted, daffodils drooped
And you killed my maple tree.

And though you kindly dry my washing
With your relentless heating powers
You've stayed too long, and make me pong
Despite 2nd hourly showers.

My power bills are through the roof
From having air con on all day,
I've had enough, pack up your stuff
And kindly go away.

I confess to a new love you see,
And Autumn colour I need to embrace
but whenever I think I've seen the last of you
You show your ugly face.

But the break won't be forever
So don't despair Summer dear
When I've become bored with Winter's ways
You'll be back within the year.

Photos and poem by Deb

Sunday, December 31, 2017

The cedars of Lebanon

I had no idea that Agatha Christie wrote poetry.  I adore her mysteries and thanks to hubby now have her entire collection (I think - I will actually have to check on that).  What I discovered when I picked up a book on Christmas Eve aptly titled Star Over Bethlehem, was that she must have been quite religious.  The book was filled with the most beautiful Christmas stories and poetry.

One poem was about a cedar tree that is native to Lebanon but is found in the UK.  I saw some magnificent specimens when I visited Highclere Castle in September.  In fact, I read on Lady Carnarvon's blog  that the trees made her think of the lands where they originated and the plight of people in war-torn Syria and Lebanon. and inspired her to do a heck of a lot of charity work through Oxfam for those people.

Reading this poem brought back memories of a wonderful day at Highclere, and made me think of the cedars, where they came from, trees in general, misplaced people, and the hard work of a true lady.  It's the most beautiful and thought provoking poem I've read all year.

Please enjoy.

To A Cedar Tree

Do you remember Lebanon?
The stillness and the snows?
The cool cold glare
And a blue sky - pitiless -
Or sometimes grey and heavy with unfallen snow?

In the summers that were of polished brown hills
(But always the stillness - the mountain tops)
Here Solomon's men came to hew and fell the cedars
And the trees were taken to stand
Proudly in the temple of God...

But they had been nearer to God,
Had lived with God in the hills,
Had whispered to God in the stillness;
They had been proud then and unafraid.

And you, my Cedar tree, in my garden by the Thames,
Brought in a ship and planted in a strange land
Near to the river
With farm lands all around,
Close to the toil and the labour of men,

Stately you grew, your branches wide,
Gracious you stand
With smooth clipped lawn all around you

And an English herbaceous border
Flaunting its bloom on a summer's day.
You are part of England now:
'Tea will be served on the lawn
Under the Cedar tree'.

But do you remember Lebanon?
Beloved tree - do you remember Lebanon?

Agatha Christie Mallowan
Photos by Deb 
(And 'Yes it is' for those Downton Abbey fans who recognise the house)

Thursday, November 23, 2017

An early Christmas carol

Deck the tree and halls and mantels
Fa la la la la
la la la la

Fight with hubby about where the star goes
Fa la la la la
La la la la

Dance for no reason under holly
Fa la la
La la la
La la la

Feed the wrappings to the doggy
Fa la la la la
La la la la

Watch her munch and tear the cardboard
Fa la la la la
La la la la la

Film it all and post on Facebook
Fa la la la la
La la la la la

 When she's done and as tired as billyo 
Fa la la
La la la
La la la

She'll sneak off and steal your pillyow
Fa la la la la
La la la la

Toast your friends and wish them healthy
Fa la la la la
La la la la

Try to take a Christmas selfie
Fa la la la la
La la la la

Annoy the boss with reindeer antlers
Fa la la la
La la la
La la la 

And don't forget the Hanukkah candles
Fa la la la la
La la la la

Monday, November 6, 2017

Hiatus halted

Well it's a good thing one never says never.
or one could get into a lot of bother.
It is rather frightening.
but I've become addicted to writing
So to this blog I've added another.

A blog of a great many pastimes
That will be added to sometimes
But as this site is quite dear
I'll be keeping it near
And use it for whimsies and rhymes.

"Hip hooray" some people might cheer
"She's gone balmy" others may sneer
But it's called Too Many Pies
It's my new enterprise
And  if you want you can visit it here.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Indefinite hiatus

The time has come the walrus said
To talk of other things.

And so must I

Life is busy,
Interests grow and change
And while I still love writing,
I find I just don't have time for everything.
Some things have to be culled and this is one of them.

So it's time to bid my little blog adieu.

Thank you all for your lovely comments and support
Particularly you William who has commented on every post for the last couple of years. :)
I've made lovely friends,
bought fabulous artwork from Shell,
Shared a love of Paris with Jeanie and a love of vintage with Jessica,
and laughed at some very funny British facts and history from Mike.
I've enjoyed the trip.

I will still be hanging about like the proverbial whiff
and enjoy reading my favourite blogs and adding my own comments.

Heck - I may even have more time to read them now ;)

Maybe in the future I'll start up a new blog - after all I've learned never to say never.

And who will know what the future brings......

My love to you all
Stay safe
and God bless

Monday, June 19, 2017

Walk interrupted

How wondrous it is to walk without care.

To regard facades from the past.

Until the storm clouds tell me it's time to return to the car.

Cronulla, Sydney - November 2015

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Ocean grandeur.

After the Sea-Ship--after the whistling winds;
After the white-gray sails, taut to their spars and ropes,

Below, a myriad, myriad waves, hastening, lifting up their necks,
Tending in ceaseless flow toward the track of the ship:

Waves of the ocean, bubbling and gurgling, blithely prying,
Waves, undulating waves--liquid, uneven, emulous waves,

Toward that whirling current, laughing and buoyant, with curves,
Where the great Vessel, sailing and tacking, displaced the surface.

From After The Sea-Ship, by Walt Whitman.

Maritime Museum, Sydney - August 2015

Friday, June 2, 2017

Terminus terminated.

The Terminus Hotel.
Built in 1865 and originally called Coopers Arms Inn.

It was renamed the Terminus Hotel about 1911, after the tram that terminated its run right outside the hotel (the tram has long gone).

It was the local pub for the quarry workers, sugar mill workers and power station workers.

The scene of many a happy after work drink and possibly the odd bar brawl.

It closed its doors for the last time in 1984 when it was sold privately and boarded up.

And that was that.
Eventually the building was covered in ivy.
Happily our walk was during winter so we were able to see the old sign through the hibernating climbers.

It was sold again in April 2016 to a private developer for $5 million.
And we all know what that means.........

One can only hope that it's not demolished to make way for yet more apartments.

Though I would suggest a good going over with the weed whacker.

You can see some amazing photos of the inside at Lost Collective 

Terminus Hotel, Pyrmont, Sydney - July 2016

This post will appear on Tom the Backroads Traveller's Tuedsay Treasures next week.
Have a look here
If you can't see it let me know (I'm really bad at links)

Monday, May 22, 2017

Toppled tower

The Sydney Harbour control tower at Barangaroo.

Built in 1974 to allow 24/7 supervision of shipping in Sydney Harbour after two ships collided in 1972.

The public complained.
It was an eyesore.

It was closed in 2011 and was marked for demolition when harbour control moved to Port Botany.

The public complained.
It was of historical significance.

Barangaroo, Sydney - July 2016

Friday, May 12, 2017

Winter weather

Drip drip drop
Little April shower
Beating a tune as you fall all around.

The words from a Bambi song reverberated in my head as I listened to the rain outside.
Even though it was more gale than shower
And it was June.

Looking back at these photos and news articles from 11 months ago I'm reminded of the "weather event" that we experienced here.

A massive storm was forecast and we were told to batten down hatches.
Not having any hatches to batten down, I brought in a few things from the deck that could be blown away in a strong wind and just waited to see what would happen.
False alarms had happened before.

It was a lovely Winters day.

The grown up puppy and I played in the garden.

Then during the afternoon the wind and rain came.  Through the evening and night the storm built, whirled and danced a waltz of destruction.

Image source ABC News

Some foolish people ventured out to take photos.

Image source Manly Beach Facebook page

We were lucky - the extent of our damage was a slightly flooded carport.

Others were not so lucky.

Image source ABC News 

The next morning, on the way to work, I took a wander along the beach to see what was left.

Image source The Daily Telegraph

The promenade was littered with debris and sea life fatalities. 

I thought of the wildlife and was happy to hear at least some received a helping hand.

Image source ABC News

Sydney, June 2016