Spring by name, not by nature
(that's hailstones in those agaves of ours... pic taken this arvo)
We chose a wild and crazy day for a walk along the beach...
Scarborough Beach 8am - swimming not an option!
that's the way we roll round here sometimes...
we did find 'treasure' though.
Anth was just the man to drag it back to the car - it would've been reclaimed by the sea, or another scavenger if it was up to me.
There are signs of Spring about the place,
just not today.
Last week I received a parcel of lovely vintage tea towels from Sue. You can read about Sue's kindness (and appreciation for 'fluffy' jokes) here. The t.ts. belonged to Sue's Mum Barb, and now yippee! they belong to me. Feast your eyes on their loveliness
As far as t.ts go I've been an extremely lucky girl lately. Look at this beauty, all the way from the Emerald Isle
Sent to me by Sharon who had no idea I fancy myself as a bit of an Irish dancer*
Nor for that matter, that I went by the name Colleen for a short (but oh so sweet!) time when I was ten or eleven. I thought it was such a lovely name, (I know!) so much nicer than Kylie. My Mum put paid to that little deception, pretty quickly though, don't you worry about that!
She had no knowledge of my secret identity, until a friend (completely sucked in by my subterfuge) knocked on our door (Mum got there quicker than me!) and asked if could she play with, yep, my alias, Colleen.
Smacks were definetely involved. Lots of them.
* only after a glass, or two etc.
Thanks for reading, if I don't post for a while it's because I'm trying to get my head around blogger's new interface. Oh dear. This could take me some time...