How hard can it be

.......to get everyone smiling at the same time ( with eyes open)!

 

 

 

 

******wait for it********

That was the best we could do!

Bill spent the weekend mowing every patch of grass he could find.

But didn't dare touch this piece of loveliness out the front.

 

 

It has gradually become a lawn of freesias and the smell is intoxicating.

There was a quick peek inside the shed but no big working bee this time.

Mind you, this photo makes you think that nothing has taken place at all!

 

 

Den obviously has something in mind though.

His little cowboy gun holster was unearthed. He doesn't appear to be wearing it in this old photo though.....just the gun. That's what Tarzan does apparently.

Fancy dress night. Dennis went as Tarzan, I was a bonbon and Dianne was a parcel. The date on the back of the photo says March 1961. Dennis would have been almost three years old.

 

Aunty Ray made dessert....always a treat.

 

Several rainy days have meant I've been sewing up a storm back at home.

 

Sew and Sew

 

 

 

 

Needed to search my stash for some matching thread and found these. I have forgotten where they came from but couldn't believe how their colours were so perfect. 

There is something so nostalgic about old wooden spools of thread.

Archie celebrated his first birthday at the weekend. An early celebration and party so that Sam could be there.

Such a precious little man.

 

 

 

 

Frogpond Farmshop 

 

I have been quietly removed from Bill's shed. 

He made a table from an old door just outside the shed and I said, oh that would be perfect for me! I suspect that's exactly what he wanted me to say.

My new workspace for playing with flowers.

 

 

Happy Birthday Debby in the UK. This card is coming your way.

 

 

 

 

........may as well make it the whole week for that matter. 

 

Hello Spring

.....you gorgeous thing.

We have been home for a week now and much of that has been spent in the garden ( who would think...!), Bill mowing every piece of grass he could find, and me, weeding, cutting back dead stuff and closely inspecting all the spring bulbs that have popped up while making mental notes to plant more of.......well, everything to be honest.

 Like these for example...

 

 

Oh, how I love that orange trumpet, Jonquil Geranium.

I planted them in some tin things that I had collected from Dad's vegie patch. They look so pretty near our door.

 

Another orange trumpet....

And another...

 

Just as beautiful are the pale trumpets, like this lemon one.

 

Swathes of pretty mauve and purple.

 

And buds of all sorts ready to unfold.

 

 

 

 

The Cherokee Rose hasn't flowered for us before. It was grown from a cutting that we planted several years ago. It has buds for the very first time and I can't wait to see them open. 

Leucadendrons still look gorgeous.

 

The frogs have gone bonkers and these frothy little tennis balls have appeared in the last few days. The night noise from the pond is enough to wake the dead!

 

And then just at bedtime, this little guy appeared half way up the window. 

 

Frogpond Farmshop

 

 

 

 

Bill and his Dad and siblings, Sue and Jo celebrating Fathers Day.

Sue was thrilled to receive our  family footy tipping trophy this year. Mum reluctantly relinquished her two year hold on it!

 

 Our precious little ones.

 

 

Sewing for Kiann's shop.

 These funny little bunny ears are teething rings. I can only remember a funny coloured, rubbery, round thing when our kids were little.

Flying by the seat of my pants again trying to work out how to turn them inside out without all the stitching coming away. Wasted three but think I've got it now!

 

And a few more bibs.

 

I've been trying to think of a quirky sewing name for myself so that I can add a tag ( that's another thing I love, just like wine labels ). Everything I've come up with so far hasn't passed the Bill and Amy testing ground even though I thought they were great!

 So I'm still thinking.

 

 

 

 

 

Keys to the shed

There's a bit of a knack to getting these old keys to work but they've been doing the job for decades now.

Looks like Dad may have even repaired them at some stage.

He was a maker and fixer of things .....all things.

If you didn't  have the right sized funnel, you made it.

 

If you didn't  have the right sized shovel for sweeping up, you made it.

 

And if by some chance you needed a smaller one, well you made that too.

And if the project required a particular fabric, then there was no other option but to use what was at hand or in this case, on your head, although it looks like this one had already had some stitching done.

 

Dennis and Bill have made huge inroads into what is an enormous task and which continues to be so.

 They have done it with great humour and wonder.

It's been like an archaeological dig.

 

 Dad has most certainly been watching over their shoulders.

 

The sardine tins were Dad's container of choice to be used in the shed. Small, shallow, strong and the perfect receptacle for all manner of stuff. We joked about how many we would find.......

 

 

......236 so far.

When Dennis has been working, Bill just tackles another shed.

 

 

When he's had enough of sheds, he starts making things!

This auto tray fashioned out of the old air con stand and the top of something else made the perfect table for our afternoon teas. Mmmm, just realised we didn't even bother to give it a wipe!!!

 

And a bird feeder for Mum to put the breadcrumbs on for the magpies each morning.

 

When this old beauty was unearthed, he gave that a go too. Mum remembers using the hand mower to mow all around the house. Such a classic!

 

We went for a drive today and took a picnic. Bill wanted to see the Yarriambiack Creek flowing.

This was at Jung.

Canola and wheat crops along the way.

 

These little boys. Love.

 

Amy has had her little pooches with her this week.

 

She's been in daffodil heaven and has been struggling to keep up with the refills. 

 

We're expecting a glorious weekend here in Minyip.

No daffodils in the garden here though.

These came from home.

 Mum has had this vase forever but has no idea where it came from. 

It is one of only three that I have ever seen here. 

Oh that's right, she just used old vegemite jars ( so do I to be honest)!

 

Have a lovely weekend everyone.