Beauty in the Ordinary

This is not about being brilliant, or extraordinary, it's not about wanting to be famous, or making headlines, or trying to impress...this about sharing a 'gift' each day with the world...to lift the spirit of people when they read this blog, to show them the beauty in the ordinary.
"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." Raold Dahl

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

PROJECT GENESIS


September 1
 and thanks to some nudging from Suzan at
it's time to think again about what we can do for the World.

My submission this month is not huge...just a commitment each day for the next thirty days
...to do something nice for someone...
...to say something nice to someone...
for no other reason than for love.

They say it takes 21 days to make or break a habit, so why not join me and take the next month
to form this one 

...with your own, with your own two hands...

Monday, August 30, 2010

Last days of summer


Only a few days of summer left!
...

...

Soon it I will have to say
goodbye to the lake.
...

...

but wait,
there is still time
for a little
more of this

...

...

and a few more
of these
...


..

And even though it is
September
and the autumn weather
is creeping in
...

...

the fish are
still teasing me

...
...

There is still so
much to do!
...

...

Happy September
Everyone!
...

JACK

Saturday, August 28, 2010

My Little House - Version II

Following in V.'s footsteps
...the painting is definitely finished!


The Entrance



The Living Room


The Dining Room



The Kitchen




The Powder Room


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Friday, August 27, 2010

My Little House

Painting done!
(I think?)

The Entrance


The Living room


The dining room


The Kitchen


The Bathroom

Repetition

Razmataz's

Friday Photo Challenge is

REPETITION


Choose a book...Read...Love...Repeat...

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Paint-a-holic!

Holy Paint Brushes Batman!

Dried green paintImage via Wikipedia



I think my sister is a paint-a-holic.

She say's she hates painting, but she seems to be doing it all the time.

If it stands still, she paints it!

I called her this morning...early...and she was painting her bathroom,
while talking to me on the phone,
and watching that her puppy Molly and her daughter's dog Murray
didn't escape from her garden.

OMG she's a multi-tasking paint-a-holic!
That has to be worse!

Does anyone have a cure for this poor girl?

Baby playing with yellow paint. Work by Dutch ...Image via Wikipedia
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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

A Love story - final chapter


The days went by but she didn' t give up.
She knew her prayers would be answered. She could hear the voice
in her mind (the other voice) of her best friend Molly telling her that
finding the palm tree was the key to her new life.
And there it was, on this glorious new morning, she could
see in the distance a lone palm tree.
But wait...there was something else there, a camel.
Molly never said anything about a camel!

She walked closer.
The animal wasn't alone.
A man was standing in the shadow of the camel.
He turned to look at her, their eyes met.
He was not too tall, nor too short.
Not too thin, nor too fat.
No tattoos that she could see.
He had nice shoes.
And then he knelt before her.
Nice manners she thought to herself.
He told her he could juggle oranges.
She said she could too.
She had found her voice!
She knew then it was a love story
that would last for a lifetime
in this new land.


Not sure what this was all about...but it was fun!

Monday, August 23, 2010

A love story...Part 2...The Piano





"The voice you hear is not my speaking voice - -but my mind's voice.
I have not spoken since I was six years old. No one knows why - -not even me.
My father says it is a dark talent, and the day I take
it into my head to stop breathing will be my last.
Today I was to be married me to a man I have not yet met.
My future husband is not a kind man, he wrote me to say,
he did not mind my silence. Why, he said.
God loves dumb creatures, so why not I".
But sea took me away to another land, far, far away from him.
And the strange thing is, I don't think myself silent.
That is because of my piano.
How did it find me on this strange shore?
I must play and sing.
But first I must drag the piano under a palm tree,
and dry its keys with a palm leaf.
If only I could find a palm tree!
If only I could speak!

brutally adapted from 'The Piano'

Gadzooks!

While my sister has been composing romantic stories,

I've been in the kitchen cooking up a storm.


One of her recipes actually...Curried Lentil Soup.



We are having a full-on autumn-feeling day.





There is a chill in the air,

and the wind is whistling,



so tonight we are having this delicious soup,

with handmade garlic and honey sausage

and freshly baked baguette.



Summer is not quite done with us, so we will still be able to sit in the garden
and enjoy a glass of hearty local burgundy.



I love this time of year.


  Victoria's Curried Lentil Soup
4 large potatoes, coarsely chopped
2  medium onions, coarsely chopped
2  large carrots, coarsely chopped
2  large cloves garlic, crushed
2  tbsp olive oil
2c lentils, rinsed and soaked in boiling water for approximately 4 hrs.
8 c chicken stock
2-1/2tsp curry powder
pepper, salt

In a large pot, cook onion and garlic over medium heat in olive oil until translucent, about 5-7 mins.
Season with salt.
Add curry powder, mix well
Add carrots and potato, mix well.
Add lentils, chicken broth and pepper.
Bring to a boil and simmer gently for approximately 30 minutes until vegetables are tender. 
Remove 6 cups and blend until smooth.  Or blend with an immersion blender until about half done.
Return to soup and mix well.
Enjoy!
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A love story...join in


'You are an island open to the sea
which takes you everywhere'
- Bruce Chatwin


"My story starts at sea.
A perilous voyage to an unknown land.
A shipwreck.
The wild waters roar and heave.
The brave vessel is dashed to pieces, and all the helpless
souls within her drown.
All save one.
A lady whose soul is greater than the ocean, and her spirit
stronger than seas embrace.
Not for her a watery end,
but a new life beginning on a stranger shore.
It will be a love story..."

from - Shakespeare in love

I invite you all to join in and write the next page.....

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Success!


This (thank you Tom)

+



this, (thank you random glass-installer-man)

=


this!  
Done!


Friday, August 20, 2010

Pink - The Challenge


PINK HOPE


Here's my entry for Razmataz's Photo Challenge.

Sort of appropo seeing as I had my bi-annual mammogram this morning.
Who designed those machines anyway?

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Elsie


Today I met Elsie.

We met over the garden fence.
Me tending the garden.
She on her daily walk about.

She stopped to greet Molly.
'Such a lovely dog, she is' said Elsie.

She told me that she was as old as the trees.
"These trees here on this street, you know,
these trees and I have grown old together" she said.

The fingers on here hands were blue.
I wanted to hold them and warm them.
But the pearl buttons on her sweater
and the gold leaf shaped earrings
she wore,
said it didn't matter,
she wasn't complaining.

'Those are Comfrey plants you have there dear.
Dig up the roots my love, make a poultice from the leaves,
those are healing plants you have my dear,
they're so special."

We spoke of days gone by.
About a book she was reading on the second world war.
How she missed having a dog now that she lived in
an apartment that doesn't permit them.
And of how television and computers and cars
have made us all
lonely
and
isolated.

Today I met Elsie.
I wanted to hold her blue hands
and warm them.

But instead, this woman as old as the trees
took my heart in her blue hands
and warmed it.

Thank you Elsie.

Victoria
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