Well, that’s a wrap, folks! Last week, we packed up and moved out of our family’s home – the place where the kiddies grew (mostly), and from where they were launched.
Well. Actually. The packing-up part took months and was a horribly, gruelling process – one best avoided. But never mind. It’s over now.
But last week, we closed the door(s) on this property and on particular period of our lives. We built this place ourselves fifteen years ago. It was a great experience for all of us, in a gorgeous location and we loved it.
The place is now in the hands of a delighted new owner, who has expansion plans of her own.
As for us, life is full of adventures and it’s time for a new one. So, with one last glance at that view, we turn our attention to the next project.
Construction begins next week.
I’ll keep you posted….
Linked with Norm’s Thursday Doors
Celebrating the first shoots of Spring with the Rose Bay Garden Inspection Team. 🙂🐔
I spy Daylillies!
Christmas is coming – The goose is getting fat – Please put a penny in the old man’s hat – If you don’t have a penny, a ha’penny will do – If you don’t have a ha’penny, then God bless you.
A bit of peace and bliss at the beach today. A calm before the storm. Literally. The (ungrateful) weatherman is forecasting a Christmas Day storm of snow turning to rain with high winds for tomorrow. I expect we’ll get mostly rain. However, it’s the winds that can get me down.
We won’t notice this time though. Just so glad that we are all home here together. Both boys are home. The turkey is brining. The tree is lit and decorated. We’ll be busy catching up, playing games and just general silliness. Revisiting some traditions and creating new memories.
May the magic of the season gladden your heart and fulfill your desires!
The sun rising up over Rose Bay on a Monday morning in September.
Above the the trees, over the bay, past the headland and through the clouds …
Luci Khulman is waiting for harvest at Rose Bay Vineyards.
The soft, fluffy down of a baby chick.
This little girl has gumption!
Her mama abandoned her nest just days before the egg was due to hatch. The egg was cold; we didn’t know if was still viable. But we took the chance and cobbled together an incubator out of a styrofoam cooler and a light bulb (Thanks again Internet).
Right on schedule we heard chirping! But a day later, nothing more than a wee hole in the egg. She seemed to be struggling, so we peeled back the shell and helped her out. Back in into the incubator she went, to stay warm and dry off.
After a day or so, we tried to introduce her to her mama. Maybe there was still some maternal instinct left? Nope. The hen pecked the chick till she bled.
We rescued her again.
Now she is in a brooder in our laundry room chirping her little head off. My husband says she tweets more than Donald Trump.
We might call her Twitter.
Think in the morning. Act in the noon. Eat in the evening. Sleep in the night. – William Blake
This quote works for me!!! (A notoriously slow starter in the morning)
I had a bright idea as this year dawned. And that was to record the changing light on my view of Rose Bay from winter to summer and back again. So I vowed to take a photograph every day of the year at exactly 5pm from exactly the same spot.
I learned that it’s really tricky to remember to do that everyday at the same time, particularly as the days get longer. It’s impossible when you are away for the better part of one month (as we were in May). And as summer warmed up, the project was forgotten completely.
However, for the record, here is the transition of light from winter to summer here in my corner of this northern county:
January 1 & 25
February 13& 28
March 23 & April 18
April 27 & June 18
This little study illustrates that winter may have come late to us in 2015 (no snow until in February), but it sure stayed late……… (Sigh).
WPC – transition
Rising to the photo challenge: INSPIRATION….
According to the OED, the word ‘Inspiration’ comes from the Middle English (in the sense of divine guidance): via Old French from late Latin inspiratio (n-), and from the verb inspirare. I looked it up because nailing down exactly what inspires me was a challenge in itself.
My first inclination is to say that the views and the ever-changing light of the world around me is inspiring……. Or at least, divine.
Rose Bay Beach (affectionately known by some as Sand Dollar Beach). Photo taken just after sunrise last October.
Rose Bay looking very rosey indeed during a summer sunset. Taken last week with my iPad (no filters).