Amazing . . .

I have made it to Grandmotherhood!!!

My dear son and daughter in law, after a very long and tortuous day of labour, welcomed into their lives the gift of a son.  He was born by forceps delivery, just before a caesarian was ordered, at 8 o'clock last night, weighing 7 lb 12 ozs.  Just a lovely size.

This is this morning's photograph.  Look at that blissful innocence.  Look at that nasty forceps mark.  My first thought was that he looks so much like his mummy, but then I found this very first photo of my son and I think there is definitely a good resemblance there.

I couldn't believe how much the years in a frame had faded this photo.  You can clearly see the circle that has been exposed.  I finished knitting that little blue cardigan while in hospital after his birth and he wore it home.  I still have it.

It was such a long day yesterday, waiting for the phone to ring with the good news.  I wasn't relaxed for a single moment and I got to thinking that that must have been how it was for my mother.  When I was in the labour ward all those years ago, was my mum at home, all on edge, nervous with anticipation and worry at the same time?  One thing I do know is that at the time, I was totally oblivious of it and probably would have been cross with her if she'd told me.  After yesterday, I understand so much better.  How I wish she was here to see meet her new great-grandson.  And how my dad would have loved him, his grandkids were so special to my dad, so sad that he never got to meet any great-grandkids.

And because I never believe in doing things poorly or by half measure, I have got myself the worst possible dose of flu.  I spent last weekend (a gloomy, rainy holiday weekend!) in bed and by Tuesday was taking 2 different antibiotics and I'm still coughing and coughing.  I've got so much congestion that my breath bubbles in my chest.

So consequently, I am most saddened to say that I don't expect to be able to squeeze and smooch this precious new person for some time yet.  Everyone else is telling me when they are going for a visit and I can't go.  Why me?

Life lately . . . .

has had its ups and downs . . . .

Have I told you that I'm about to become a grandmother for the first time?  My son and his wife expect the birth of their first child within the next week or two.  It's almost surreal - this waiting for a blessed event that once again changes everything.  It seems no time since my son was, himself, a wee one.  Now he's about to become a dad.  And his wife becomes a mum.  And we older ones, the generation before, who up until the moment of this new life are the mums, are no longer the mums.  We become the grandmothers.

The pregnancy has not been without its troubles.  Morning sickness was more like all day sickness.  Major renovations were being carried out on their house and once the pregnancy was confirmed, became even more urgent.  My son's job become somewhat redundant at Christmas and just at a time when income became very important, there was none.  There was a lot of stress.

But the house is mostly sorted, a new job has been found, baby showers have been celebrated and now we wait for the happy event.  I have been knitting (chuckle, as my knitting skills are somewhat suspect), thank goodness for Ravelry - it has taken over from eBay as my most favourite bookmark.

In March I began making a quilt for my sister in law who was turning 50 in April (snort, did I think that was plenty of time to get it done?) and whilst I was in the process of piecing it, discovered to my dismay that my niece had just turned 30 (not 29 as I thought) and as I had made up some crazy plan that a zero birthday deserved a quilt, I then had 2 quilts to make.  I'm pleased to say they were both done by the middle of April and are now warming the toes of their recipients.

This is the one I made for my niece.  I thought I'd taken a photo of the other one but iPhoto tells me I didn't.

In the meantime, the garden got very little attention and the more bedraggled it looked, the less inspiration I had to work there.  After such a lousy, wet summer, autumn has come along with warmish sunshine and coolish nights and I have ventured back into the garden to say hello to all the healthy weeds and try to get a little bit of order happening before winter comes.  I've been getting plant catalogues in the mail with tempting pictures of lovely things I should be planting now but the weeds need to come out first.  I started on Monday this week in the 'snake bed' - here's a photo taken half way through my gardening day -

Check the height of the kikuyu!  It was growing up through the roses and the salvias, had completely covered the poor yellow irises and in the front left corner, under a thatch of kikuyu, I found my treasured little snowflake bulbs pushing up through the soil.  I had to sit down on the step and contemplate their determination and gave myself a small lecture about not letting things get in the way of what I would like to achieve.

Okay . . .

who was it that requested more rain?

Here we are, February has almost finished, which means summer is as well, and to say it has been wet would be an understatement.  Ark building has crossed my mind.

This afternoon has brought another storm.  I stepped out with my camera onto the back verandah as it came racing up from the south.

I wish this showed how quickly the clouds were moving.  Sorry about the sound of the wind.

This is looking south-east towards the city.

Yikes!  Armageddon!

I spent the day on Saturday, between showers, weeding the nut grass from the west garden bed.  Bags and bags of it - and it is already growing again.  I am watching it through the kitchen window and it is laughing at me.  I am hurt and dismayed, then I laugh back with an evil laugh as I think of the big container of deadly poison that sits in the cupboard in the garage under the house.  Maybe, if I persevere, in 15 years or so, it will be gone.

What I did achieve with my Saturday weeding was a sore finger.  It is red and infected and when I bump it on things, which I am doing constantly, it oozes yucky blood stuff out the side of my fingernail.  It even hurts to type this.

Do you think it's the nut grass getting even with me?

So what does it look like outside today . . . .

Right!  Okay, well, unless you want to get extremely damp, how about you retire to the sewing room and get on with that quilt that has been waiting ever so long for a little work done to it. . . .

This little block is called "flying geese".  Or should that be "a flying goose"?

The quilt I am working on requires MANY flying geese!

So I have stitched and trimmed and stitched again and trimmed again, and then I have thumb pressed and then iron pressed and stacked into piles of 10 on the table, till it looks like this -

and then I carefully counted them all - how many have I got?  1,118!!!

And how many do I need?  1,152!!!!!

Oh boo hoo!!!  Am I NEVER going to get there?

Hey Jo, am I still ahead of you? ;o)

Guess what . . . . . I'm back!!

Oh, dear readers, what adventures I've had!!  I rowed across the Pacific Ocean on a plank of wood with two teaspoons for oars, I won and lost a gazillion dollars at the 'Go Fish' tables in Las Vegas, I scraped the peeling paint from the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel and gave it a nice coat of Dulux Ceiling White, and I walked backwards up Mount Everest wearing flippers!

In the meantime, the weather has turned warm, hot even, and the garden has been a mass of blooms.  The roses have had their first massive flush and are now crying out for a good dead-heading.  Which I ought to be out there doing.

Instead I have been inside working steadily on the creation of a website of family memorabilia.  What started out as a steep learning curve soon turned precipitous and still stretches out in front of me for a little while longer.  It has called for great attention to small details and has been most rewarding and intensely frustrating all at the same time.

In the meantime, in the garden, I have been made redundant as a 'gardener': I am now solely a 'weeder'.  And if I was truthful with myself, I would have admitted long ago that lurking in the garden here and there are some of the most vile, evil weeds that ever I could meet.  I knew they were there, I just chose to ignore the fact.  That can be the case no longer.

In one particular area of the garden, in amongst the oxalis and radium weed, was a type of grassy stuff which I blithely pulled at, mostly just managing to pull the tops off and not disturbing the roots at all.  I decided I would research what it was - it was just such a mat of growth in the garden, I knew it couldn't be something good.  Oh shriek of horror, it's nut grass!  Every little bit of information I find about it out there in cyberspace tells me that once it is in your garden, it is impossible to remove.  That's it, it's just described as 'impossible' - no herbicide, no home remedy, no nothing - it's impossible!  I have tried to prove them wrong by digging it up and going through the soil with my bare hands, trying to remove every last piece of root and every last 'nut'.  One square metre of digging can produce three bucketsful of nut grass.  And still it comes up.

What I don't understand is, if I pulled the tops off some expensive, nursery-bought plant in the garden by mistake, it would instantly die!  Without exception!  Why, oh why then do things such as nut grass simply thrive on being beheaded.

However, it's not all doom and gloom.  The perfume in the air from the roses has been such a treat, things that make me happy have flowered, like the Johnson's Blue geranium, and my dear old mother's irises -

and the mulberry tree has been almost lying on the ground with the weight of fruit.  There will be no jam this season, unless I hurry up and get myself organised.  The only fruit I've picked have gone straight into my mouth.

One day soon I will be back to being a gardener, not a website builder.  Bring on that day!

Ahh winter . . .

when there's just nothing to be done in the garden.

Hang on, I'd better just check that in the Womens Weekly Guide To Doing Nothing In The Garden In Winter -

"Paragraph 1 - Roses must be pruned now."


WHAT??!!  ALL OF THEM??!!

"Paragraph 2 - Spring bulbs will be coming up at this time and care must be taken when stepping into the garden bed to avoid damaging the delicate growth."


But I have to walk on them - how else will I know where they are?

"Paragraph 3 - Now is a good time to get on top of the perennial weeds in the garden.  Weeding must continue at a good pace at this time of the year."


Sigh. . .

Okay, time to take off the hibernation suit (i.e. dressing gown and slippers) and do some work.

Look what my lovely children gave me for my birthday!  I find myself just staring at the yellowness of the daffodil flowers - it is just the most yellow of yellows.  They are gorgeous.  And Olive the orchid (for she needed a name!) has the dearest little oriental face in each of her flowers.  I love them, thank you kids! :o)

And I love freebies!!  And here are two which arrived on my front verandah last week!  Rescued from the Council roadside cleanup by my walking friend, who dearly wanted them for her own verandah but was told in no uncertain terms by her husband that there are already too many chairs on their verandah and that these were not welcome.  So they came to me, just at the right time of the year, when the morning sun streams in onto the verandah and a cup of tea there has become a morning ritual.  Except that I'm lucky if I get a seat!

Thanks boys!  What a shaggy pair of dogs - they need good haircuts and around here, all they get are bad ones!

A hot air balloon company has started having their early morning flights take off from the golf course at the end of our street, and on a number of occasions lately, I've stepped out the front door to hear voices - above me!  It's so amazing, there's just no sound of the balloon, just the people in it talking!

Speaking of talking, here is how you stop talking on your iPhone.  You put it on the roof of the car while you put things in and forget it and drive away and it falls off and another car comes along and runs over it and when you find it and pick it up, except for phone calls, everything else still works - in a sort of fashion.

Okay, time to go pruning!  I'll just take the Band-aids with me.  Wish me luck.

Excuse me . . .

where did May go?  Did I have a snooze and missed it?  No, I was just in a brain funk with no mental capacity for blogging.

So here it is - June - winter!  Today is blustery and quite chilly, but one of those gems of a day where the air is as clear as can be.

Here's a quick once around this morning's garden . . .

Wintery Crepuscule on the archway.

Wintery Iceberg - sheltered on the northern side of the house, they NEVER stop flowering.

Wintery Brother Cadfael - huge blousey blooms.

Mme Isaac Pereire - a lovely bourbon I bought last year from Mistydowns.

Wintery Abraham Darby - is this the best rose ever?

Wintery Blueberry Hill (?)

You KNOW it's winter when the wattle starts to flower!

Ditto  with the zygo cactus.  These were my mum's, still sitting on the stand she had them on at the retirement village.

And when I took the camera round to get a shot of them, one of the fish in the pond was on top of the weed.  My goodness, how big are they getting - it must be nearly time to throw a line in!

The mulberry tree has lost all it's leaves and I strolled down yesterday to check out the wound where it split so badly - yikes!

Isn't that gross!!  Suffice to say, they are no more!

See Ewan McGregor in the background, standing on the new concrete under the back verandah?  The guys had just finished making it all lovely and smooth on Monday, when Mr McGregor got it in his head he needed to go outside.  Doggie footprints right across the entire slab - had to be all smoothed again!  Bad dog!

I'm having a battle today with an ADSL light which is either flashing or completely off - makes uploading photos very difficult, slow and frustrating.  I've paid my bill - now where's my dependable internet service??  Grrr!

Let's end on a happy note - today is my daughter's birthday!!  Happy birthday, sweetheart!

Sigh!  Seems like only yesterday . . .