Drifting through life

so I copied it and kept it. Now I'm sharing it with you after finding it hiding in a long forgotten folder. I do hope the original author doesn't mind. "Alas, Poor Yorick, I knew him well, What he died of is hard to tell Something he ate must have caused his demise Just what it was may be a surprise Was it meat or fish, that fatal dish? Eggs or chicken, milk or cheese? Sprays on the veg or bugs in the water? Salmonella in poultry, diseased cattle at slaughter? Perhaps it was brown bread, that latest of threats, He did seem so healthy, we’d best hedge our bets. The Post Mortem will tell at the end of the day, Just what it was that took him away. Till then perhaps best not eat or drink, As we could also be on the brink, Of a fate just like his, the unfortunate fellow And die of a fever, be it black, green or yellow They’ve done the post mortem ‘Twasn’t food irradiation. He’d heard...

I've mentioned similar ideas before and now it seems others are getting on the bandwagon. I'll copy it here exactly and hope the author doesn't mind. " Dam good idea Australia is the world's driest inhabited continent, heavily affected by droughts and increased costs for producing crops and livestock. But the Ord River irrigation project and Lake Argyle Dam in WA was a big success. In July 1963, Sir Robert Menzies officially opened this project and said "This is the most exciting place in Australia." By 1966, 31 farms were irrigated from the Kununurra dam. Lake Argyle Dam is now one of the world's largest man-made water bodies. The dam has a volume capacity equivalent to filling more than 11 Sydney Harbours. During the wet season, gates open to allow flood waters to pass through while limiting flooding of agricultural land. During the dry season, gates close to allow for water storage and diversion. These projects also have generated further e...

Welcome back to Sunday Selections. Begun way back in the mists of time by Kim of Frog Ponds Rock and now continued by Elephant's Child , who gladly accepted my offer to keep this going, with a drastic relaxation of rules. Originally meant for showcasing old photos lost on your files, never seeing the light of day, the meme has morphed into photos of your choice, new or old, good or not-so-good, anything you please, but nothing rude please. If you are participating, please leave a comment so we can buzz along and have a look. We're looking at my garden again today, feel free to wander along with me: this a long shot showing the garden from front path to mail boxes, the fuzzy white circles are sun reflections same garden, (I only have the one), from the other end, near the mail boxes these are our mail boxes, in sets of eight, they are scattered around in the grounds closest to whichever block of flats they belong to. at the mail box end, behind t...

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems. The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind. If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it. This month the prompts are supplied by Elephant's Child and can be found here . This week's words/prompts are: two images,  which I will now attempt to write about Here goes: I heard the screen door slam then footsteps running down the hallway. Jen came bursting into the kitchen, her eyes wild with hope and excitement. Dropping herself into the nearest chair she fanned herself rapidly with a nearby folded newspaper. Panting a little, red-faced, she gladly accepted the ice water I pushed towards her and drank half in one go. "Whew," she said. ...

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind. If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it. This month the prompts are supplied by Elephant's Child and can be found here . This week's words/prompts are: 1: you can't judge a book by its cover 2: the squeaky wheel gets the grease 3: For Sale. Wedding Dress. Never Worn Here is my story: For the third time in ten minutes, Kristen Hopkins sighed theatrically and tapped her foot impatiently. “You’re only looking at the covers, B, you can’t judge a book by its cover, you should at least read the blurb on the back or skim a page or two.” “I know,” said Belinda. “But I don’t see any titles that are grabbing my attention. There’s nothing so far that makes me...

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now retired from the blogosphere. The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind. If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it. This month the prompts are supplied by Elephant's Child and can be found here . This week's words/prompts are: 1. marble 2. month 3. ashamed 4. zealous 5. guide 6. sassy and/or: 1. scald 2. rake 3. simple 4. plain 5. grind 6. obsequious Here is my story: Sue reached over and roughly shook Nancy. “Wake up, wake up already! Don’t you realise what month it is?” “Marble cake month?” mumbled Nancy. Sue’s jaw dropped open. “What are you talking about? Marble cake month?” “Hmph” grumbled Nancy. ”You wake me from a perfectly good sleep and expect me to m...

A late Sunday Selection of photos from my garden. Hosted now by Elephant's Child, Sunday Selections is a place to show off your photos, new or old, good or bad. I meant to have this ready for yesterday, complete with the appropriate intro, but time got away from me, as it so often does now. Come walk with me to see my garden. My Christmas Plum trees in full blossom aren't they gorgeous? this (stone plant?) is flowering and spreading nicely my Christmas cactus plants :( have been vigorously munched on, almost nothing left of this one, and here is the culprit, one of many, wooly bear caterpillars, reputed to be able to decimate an entire garden in a single night. this one is lunching on what is left of the many aeoniums at this end of the garden. at the sunny end, can you all see the gentle arch of almost black pelargonium flowers across the width of the photo? here is a close up of the blooms. This spread is from only one ...