WELCOME OCTOBER 2012

The first "Our Daily Chronicles" ran out of space! So, we have begun Chapter Two. If you want to pop back and catch up on what has been happening up till now, just go to
http://fiddychronicles-caroline.blogspot.co.nz

Monday, 11 November 2013

SPRING GROWTH AND SPRING ACTION

These pics (might) be a tad boring.... but I keep them for my own record!

Skim on through!

Found wild potatoes everywhere so transplanted them to one spot. 
Might not grow... but will take that chance!



Strawberries flourishing



More strawberries... self sown and spreading...


Thyme growing over the rock



The brazier which won Heath the engineering prize last year....

He decided to place it in the 'pond' and burn off some rubbish sticks etc!

(First time to try it out!!)


Fire all set and ready to light



Extinguisher at the ready!

(Mikes orders!)


On with the accelerant!!



Light 'er up!




Away with a flourish!



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Jonathan and Stan came to stay a few days.

They stayed out in the cottage, and one night a possum came snooping...

so they both went possum hunting in the deep dark night hours...

and Jonathan got it.

Next day, to bury it under the grape vine.




Um....  bit awkward...
he dug up the last possum which Heath already put there a few weeks back...
not a pretty  sight...
or smell!





We inherited a huge pile of many years worth of garden rubbish in the middle of the very back lawn.
Jono thought about having a burn off.
But in spite of much smoke and hullabaloo
The fire wouldn't make the grade.




Jonathan kindly spread the trailer load of Alexandra Gold Schist in the vege garden paths.



Stan got into a massive trim of the front garden Camellia tree.



Jono slipped away for a wee break for a few hours!
He flew to the USA and back!







Stan kept finding more to do (yay!!!) and I took this through the kitchen window!
We were SO grateful for all the help!!!



UNCLE EDWIN'S EIGHTIETH BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Uncle Edwin is Mums youngest brother.

I have not been in touch with most of Uncle Edwin's children, my cousins, for at least 40 years.
I have visited Uncle Edwin and Aunty Nyla from time to time.
I had the privilege of being invited to his 80th birthday event.

It was sooooooo awesome to meet all my cousins again!  

It was like an incredibly warm family reunion.

The girls and I, 4 of them, clicked immediately... and it felt like we'd known each other all our lives.

The whole experience was so deliciously wonderful!
(I know that sounds all gooey and soppy, but truly, it is such an apt description!)

Eddie and Nyla


The Family.
Minus Dean, who was unwell and couldn't attend.

Left to right:
(Me), Lorraine, Helen, Eddie, Tony, Nyla, Diane, Sharon.




Eddie and his eldest daughter (a bit older than me), Helen.


Eddie with Tony



Sharon, Gordon, daughter and husband and grandchildren!



Diane, her two daughters, and grandchildren.


Lorraine and Paul
No pics of their children sadly, Lucy and James.


Tony and his son, Solomon (18)


Paul was the MC and gave a fine talk about Eddie.


Time to cut his cake (made by Diane?? I think)


Then Eddie gave his speech. 
It was short and to the point.
He was a little emotional....
and so was I....
and I think everyone else was too....

He told us all that his family meant everything to him, 
and he loved them all dearly.

It was a special word for his family.





Nana!

Eddie and Mums mother.





A little photo board of precious memories.





Tragically, only a week or so later,
their second child, Dean, passed away with a massive heart attack.

This photo was on the funeral brochure, but was taken when he was quite young.





THE SAD TALE OF THE POPPIES

There was a young woman from Coops
Had poppies all over in troops
She dug and transplanted
The  bunnies enchanted
That sad young woman from Coops!




There were poppies growing absolutely EVERYWHERE.

This is just ONE of the MANY places on our property



I decided to dig them up and try transplanting them to a more 'chosen' place!



Replanted them... gently, carefully, encouragingly, lovingly.....

Nek morning... every single one was eaten to the ground, then dug up and the roots eaten!

Needless to say...

Say no more. 

The End.