Flora's Flowers by Debi Gliori

Ok ok I'll admit it, I was leaving for a small getaway, just a couple of weeks in S.A, by the harbour, and was trying to fit in everything including recording and editing my book reading, so far I haven't been rumbled as my grandson hasn't squeaked about missing a new story! 

Anyway, you know murphy's law, anything and everything, from camera not autofocusing , batteries going dead suddenly, tripod missing, only thing that was working was my mike and even then the dog thought it was a game to try catch the cable it was attached to!  I'm just so amazed I even got one story from all that palaver !  

It's all edited to the best of my little sticky fingers, it's a sweet story about gardening and growing things, bit of a sore point with me, after the big move from the Sunny Coast to the City a lot of my plants karked it... I've tried very hard over the years to be the green thumb chick I know that  is deep  (very deep) inside of me, instead of the city chick who squeals at worms (I even touch them without a glove I tell ya... yea look at me go!) so when a plant of mine dies or can't be saved from overnight locust munch downs, it's saddens me.  Perhaps like this story I should try to grow a brick and see what happens... waddaya think?

have a lovely week yall

Dx

Roses are Red, Violets are blue

I was having a giggle last night with the girls at our fortnightly girls night in.  The topic of valentines day came up and we realised, we were all going to be on our own, which brought sighs to everyone's lips. So I said "well girls it'll just have to be us for a 'non' valentines celebration!.. again "  To wit one of my girlfriends looks up and smiles at me,  as we did this three years ago, and there is where she was introduced by me to her man.

I remember on one valentines day a few years ago,  I was sitting at an outside cafe watching couples stroll by, with flowers in their hands and or dining at the nearby restaurants.  It was a balmy night, they had strung lights across the lamp posts, music was wafting in the air, it was all so romantic. Suddenly out of nowhere comes this young man whom I vaguely knew from work with this very pretty lilac bouquet of flowers and says "these are for you".   I stared at him in stupefaction ,  seconds ticked by, and I realised I was doing an impersonation of a guppy.  I also realised if I didn't take the bouquet from him immediately, he would feel hurt.   I said thank you and and buried my flaming face in the bouquet. This charming man bid me a pleasant evening and went on his way.  Now if that doesn't bring a simile to your face, what will?

Teleflora