Where does all the time go to that disappears every day? Is there a big black time hole somewhere in the sky? One day I'm gonna find it and then use it all up just laying in the sunshine somewhere exotic. And because time always disappears, it will do so there to, but it will keep returning to the hole and I will spend the rest of my life sipping cold rose in the shade of a palm tree on some beautiful island.
The Terminator has gone downhill but therefore I am BACK!!
As I have mentioned in other posts long, long ago (sorry!), my wonderful parents moved in with us last April and we thoroughly enjoyed having them with us. Unfortunately, my Dad had a brain haemorrhage in December and although he is doing very well, they have moved to England due to the language barrier. But we will see them often and I am quite happy to have an excuse to visit them over there. The English weather is, um, English weather, but we will still be happy to walk along the beach in our raincoats...! Here is a photo of Mom and Pops taken last summer with my lovely aunt and uncle, Wendles and Peter, who we are very happy to be seeing more of.
I would just like to say THANK YOU to all of you who have stayed faithful to me during this difficult time and I am happy to announce that I will no longer be neglecting me blog and have lots planned from now on.
I won't do too many flower photos I promise, but the Wisteria is soooo beautiful at the moment I just had to share it with you. Just wish you could smell it as the scent wafts through the courtyard. The weather has been Magnificent if a tad too hot for this time of the year, but this evening it's changing and hopefully we'll get some rain. For now I'll just sweep up some of the lovely flowers that are currently wafting through the house...
We have had a super winter actually, but there is something about the arrival of spring that just lifts the soul to another plane. The flowers are in full bloom, the fruit trees are covered in fruit flowers and the warm air and blue skies are a joy to behold.
I have 3 very ripe bananas and 3 very cake loving Germans currently in my home. One of them is a permanent fixture, i.e., the German husband Joergi Bear, and the other 2 are his parents. Germans traditionally eat cake in the afternoon with their coffee and so I decided to make use of said 3 black bananas and bake a cake. I often bake a deevine banana bread, but I wanted to do something more special and for once the internet has proved less than forthcoming.
This beauty is (quite obviously) a spider web as opposed to the beauties in my house which are cobwebs, i.e., abandoned spider webs. The oldest web was found in England and dates back 140 million years so I don't feel so bad about the decade old ones hanging around my bedroom.
Susie Said Stay for Sunday Supper
and if Susie Says Stay for Sunday Supper
you Stay for Sunday Supper
'cos Susie's Sunday Suppers are Super.
And Susie Serves Sunday Super Suppers Splendidly,
and Susie's Splendid Sunday Suppers Sure Smell Scrumptious
and Scrumptious Surely Says So much for
Susies's Super Sunday Supper!!!
So I missed one Farm Friday, but does that really mean I have to be tarred and feathered?! I am, of course, grateful to my loyal / crazy following that they even care, so I shall endeavor to be better and not let this happen again. And I do have SO much to write about. And I have tons of recipes just about ready to be posted. Sigh.
I amaze myself at my Farm Friday dedication. It's shortly before midnight and I am dutifully at my computer purely for your pleasure...okay, so I too enjoy my blog. We have had a wonderful week with a delightful French student, Alexandre, who I would adopt if it wasn't for the fact that he already has a wonderful family. Buddha and Puss Puss, my first and second born furry “children” are slightly jealous, so I am posting photos of them today.
I am finally posting a recipe in February with just a few minutes in hand before March kicks in. I impress myself! Today's recipe is for bunny and although I too don't like to think of the cute cuddly pet in relation to what is on my plate, when I see what “cutey” is currently doing to my cabbages, I become less sentimental.