Son#2 has shared his photos with me and while many are superior to the ones I shared yesterday, I have to admit that I have never laughed so much as what I did when I saw their family photos.

One Most Adorable Granddaughter pulled faces in every photo; another obviously didn't want to be there and was uncooperative; a third sucked her thumb or cuddly; and the other one cried and tried to escape.

In. Almost. Every. Single. Photo.

But the shots from the back were good ... and some of the others aren't too bad.


Yesterday I took the day off work to attend Son#2's graduation. Yes, I shared photos of his graduation years ago when he obtained his Bachelor's degree. But since then he has put in a lot of hard work and made sacrifices to obtain his Master's degree.

Actually, I'm not too sure who made the greater sacrifice as it's been a long haul not just for him but for his wife and family too.

But it's done. And yesterday we got to celebrate and honour his achievements. And, much to his delight, his grandmother was able to make it this time.

I was hoping to have seen his photos by now as mine are very poor indeed (and are missing two very important family members). In fact, the photo of us taken from behind is probably the best ... but I'll let you be the judge.


Five Things To Do With A Glut Of Feijoas

It's feijoa season and they are everywhere. On the ground, in the shops, at church where people are trying to give away their surplus, rotting on the footpath, in lunch boxes, even in chocolate!

They're yummy and they're good for you. But when you have them growing in your yard - especially if you have the recommended two trees for cross-pollination - there is going to come a time when you are going to have too much of a good thing.

Feijoas fall to the ground when they're ripe. And then, if you're lucky, they might last a week. I've never tested this scientifically (because if not eaten within a few days we usually have buckets overflowing with them and so have to do something fast) but I have a feeling that by the end of a week they would be starting to look and taste bad. No chance of storing these away in the cellar for the long winter like you can do with some fruits. They have to be eaten now or something else has to be done if you can't abide waste


Sunshine and Rain

It was another of those days when we told ourselves that we must get outside and enjoy it because "We won't have too many more days like this before winter". For some reason, it has so often happened that Saturday has been wet (and DH has been unable to finish our path in the orchard and I haven't been able to get washing dry) and Sunday has been glorious.

This weekend was no different and despite feeling disinclined to go for a walk, we just could not stay home and let all that wonderful sunshine go to waste.

Last weekend it was one of the nearby lakes that we choose to walk around; today we decided to go to a rarely visited beach and walk along to the river mouth. In twenty two years, I don't know if I've ever approached the river mouth from this direction.

We started out optimistically, thinking (well, I did - I have a feeling DH knew better) that it would only be a short return walk of forty-five minutes or so.

I was wrong.

It was twice that.

And the sun…