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Posts by Anne
What happened in 1976?
Evenings, Ian and Joanne.
They are beautiful.
I have a similar collection.
Came home to a mess and made it bigger.
Left $40 and my debit card in Wagga.
Monday looming like an outsized list,
but,
the music. The Music! I couldn’t resist.
Anyone who quotes Ursula gets a follow from me!
I’m in Wagga running one to one concerts.
Yesterday’s were held in a palliative hospital.
Here is what one listener said:
“…for the moments you gave me through your music, my heart stopped hurting, and it felt like I could breathe.”
Music matters.
1to1concerts.de/en
That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever seen and my mum died of cancer when I was 7.
Done.
My feet hurt and there’s a sticky mess to clean, but homemade jam is always worth it.
It’s a bit fiddly but well worth it!
Making the preserves.
Oh my! What a cutie.
All the people bagging the new fuel crisis ad: at least it doesn’t have as much nudity as the 1979 version.
What were the thinking? Mike’s bike looks particularly uncomfortable.
#auspol
🫂
After last night’s storm there are autumn leaves everywhere.
I feel the sadness of the season at my heels.
Just reading all the letters of support we’ve received for our grant application.
Made me cry.
A reddish brown dog with a very white face, squinting into the sun, mouth open, expectant.
A lesson taught to me by my friend the dingo Dog:
Keep going through the pain and relish the effort, shouting joyously,
grinning from ear to ear.
Well, I ask you…
A shelf, several reference books about gardening and biodynamics, plant identification for the south coast of NSW, and a very old and tattered Oxford Concise Dictionary. STRONG LANGUAGE WARNING In front of the books is a small card with the image of a digital clock, but instead of the time the display shows the word FU:CK
Gracious - look at the time.
#collapse.
A portion of large ceramic plate (a wedding gift for a marriage long decreed divorce). The plate is white, embossed in fruit and leaves, some of which have been painted in yellow and green. Atop the plate are eight yellow quince, but the viewer can only see five. Also visible are some books, a spray of grevillea from a vase out of frame to the left.
Yesterday’s harvest from the old highway. Their perfume fills the room.
Quince jelly soon.
This piece finally gets to the point 10 paragraphs in.
"The conflict has already begun to strain supply chains. Farmers say they are particularly concerned about urea, the nitrogen-based fertiliser that is central to India’s farming."
It's the friggin nitrogenous fertiliser, stupid.
Dreaming of running away to the country.
Cover of a novel called Stoneyard Devotional by Charlotte Wood. An illustration shows a big dramatic sky over a flat rolling country covered in dun coloured grass. There are granite rocks in the fore ground and walking away from the viewer towards the far horizon is a non-descriptive figure dwarfed by the empty landscape.
Currently reading this Australian novel, set in an area I know well.
Above the desk: A planner on an easel A map of a walking track through Bondi State Forest and the Kosciusko National Park. Leaves. Pop pop A small photo of Weereewa A vintage pin container / the size of a matchbox and made in Australia. There are some ceramic plates on the perpendicular wall.
My home
Painting featuring a standing white woman facing left wearing a long black cloak with a trail of flowers, the figure stands on a grassy field near a winding path
Painter Romaine Brooks, La Primavera, #Spring (c.1910), featuring the dancer Ida Rubenstein #WomensArt
Gawd I loved Duckman.
“Next up, baby blade-face.”
A lead crystal vase - my mother’s. A large bunch of prunings. Many small green leaves, and a few bright red flowers.
Close up of late stage grevillea flower. The petals have fallen. Remaining stamens are red with yellow-green bases.
Also pruned the grevillea.
A gourd, lumpy yellow and close in the foreground. In the rear, a jar of dark honey.
The gourd, A tiny pumpkin, An unripe tomato, a small stack of pebbles. In the rear, two large romanescu broccoli plants.
Harvest time.
A blue cup holding milky tea. The tea is slightly over-brewed. A creamy white plate holds the remains of a toasted hot cross bun. A hand holds the cup; ithe hand is small and pink with short, unpainted nails.
Green satin is the base for a fabric collage. Small hexagonal shapes have been covered with fabric. Some of these are sewn to the satin, some are sitting on top, still being arranged. There is a little house made of embroidered brocade and pink satin for the roof. There is a yellow door and window on the house.
Tea, toasted hot cross bun with lashings of butter.
A break from an afternoon of sewing.
Rescuing an old w.i.p.