Pushing Up Daisies

With the thoughts about life and death being a lot on my mind lately, it was great just to pause for a moment in this spinning wheel of life and smell the flowers, in this case daisies which have bloomed in my garden. Oh such lovely flowers, and I am not getting enough time to enjoy them. Oh well just keep on moving 1 step in front of the next...

Lady of Duffhaus

So we finally get the invite to the Duffhaus, albeit for our weekly Connect group meeting. Armed with a location pin Lynda and I, not wanting to be late at our first nod, set off to find the Duffhaus. 

We weren't the first to arrive, as Monique and Jesse were already there and Kerry, the Lady of Duffhaus, seen above, was putting on a pot of java to drew. Since it had been a long time since we all met for Connect, tonight we just chillaxed and caught up. Oh and did I mention that there was a thumper, yes a little brown rabbit called Daisy, that joined the Connect group for the first time.

Fly on the Whirligig

Yes it is a minor irritation when a fly decides to spoil my photograph a type of daisy that I never seen before. Such beautiful petals spoilt by a tiny fly, such annoyance.

So with a swot of my hand, the fly in the ointment was sent packing from this whirligig of a daisy. After some digging around on the interwebs, I discovered that this flower is called a Trailing African Daisy or Asteracaeae Osteopermum fruiticosum or commonly called the Whirligig, minus the fly of course.

Slow Daisy

Slow down, and smell the daisies. With the Educate Math and Science launch and a whole lot more, the last few days haven’t touch sides. At least it was a short week to start off with Monday being a public holiday. That leaves tomorrow as Friday.

Yay, with colours popping up everywhere, the gloom of winter seems to be coming to an end.

Splash of Colour

The autumn daises are abounding in many gardens along with the cosmos in the wild velds. A splash of colour brings beauty in the dull browns of a coming winter.

Inspired Daisy

After over indulging on good food and wine last night. I slept in a bad position which put my damaged knee under pressure. My knee problem started way back when I spent 2 years in the army under the Conscription draft. I was in the mounted light infantry using horses to patrol. My knees took a pounding due to the long hours in the saddle and to the consistence kicking and biting of the horses while riding in formation. After stepping down after a long patrol, my knees used to collapse until the knees remembered to carry me.

This morning I could hardly walk so I got back in the saddle of my Vespa, and rode to work. Imagine seen a big man on a bright coloured Vespa riding in the traffic with crutches. Under excruciating pain, Ella gave me some Cataflam and within an half an hour I was right as rain.

Talking about rain, this afternoon we had a small thunder storm and after the rain, I browsed through the gardens looking for inspiration. It was here that I spotted the daisies’ covered in water droplets.