Some of you may remember that a few days ago (during The World Watercolour Challenge Month of July) I did a little ATC watercolour painting of some Meadow Flowers(<—click) and told you how I’d been inspired to paint that particular little painting. (click the link and it will open in a new window to actually read that post if you missed it).
I said in that post that if I got the opportunity I’d take a snap of the flowers next time I passed them. Well I drove past them yesterday (1st August) and before I turned the bend I had a very heavy heart, telling myself that they’d have all been drowned by the awful rains (and the winds) we’ve experienced here in the last few days, …. however, as I drove around the bend my heart began to flutter like a butterflies wings. Yes, the rain had given them a bit of a knock and nudge but there they stood, nodding and swaying in the wind. I pulled over and very quickly snapped a couple of pictures on my cell phone. One through the open passenger side car window – so it was nice and crisp and clean … and another through the windscreen – which gave the photo a bit of a white haze … but you can kind of see them.
What you’re looking at in the last photo (above) isn’t the full length of the Meadow Flowers planted – there’s roughly about half as much again which I couldn’t fit into a photo. So you can imagine what a total blast of colour and joy it is to see each day.
I saved these photo’s as quite large ones, (so that everyone would be able to see the meadow flowers properly) and I know I used to be able to open up photo’s by simply clicking on them here in WordPress, and they would open up in the larger size. But … I don’t seem to be able to do that now … so if someone knows how to get them to open up in their larger (saved) size then please could you let me know so that I can let everyone else know. Many thanks!
I’ve blurred out the background properties which face onto the green, as … well, they aren’t my properties and I don’t have permission to put them on the web. So just being polite.
I missed the final days of the Watercolour Challenge as we had Little Cobs come to stay, and quite frankly, he’s enough to keep a whole host of Angels busy! By the time I’d managed to get him into bed of a night-time and read him a story (or two), I was so plumb tuckered out that I felt like I needed putting to bed myself!
But today I had to take him home again. My loan of the Grandchild time had come to an end. So we made the best of the last few hours we had together by starting with a thoroughly unhealthy breakfast … of Toast (not me, just Little Cobs) followed an hour later by … McDonald’s breakfasts! Then we played Lego (which I am totally useless at but I try my best); then we made a packed lunch and took it to the sea to watch the boats, the waves and look for Pirates. However …. on the way there, we just HAD to take a slight detour and visit Toys R Us, with pocket-money supplied by Grandad, to buy as much as we could possibly buy and pile into the car.
Then it was off to see the sea. 😊
We couldn’t go and sit out as the rains had made everything so wet we would have got soggy bottoms – and it was still a bit windy, which Little Cobs hates …. so we ate a picnic in the car with the windows down a little so that we could get that fabulous air and actually smell the sea (which I love) …. and gazed out onto the water, as we played with some new toys.
This was the sea and the sky of blue with its cotton wool clouds….
… that isn’t an x inside a circle, printed on one of the clouds … it’s the reflection of the corner of my parking permit. lol.
Normal service will now resume, once I’ve got my body back, because some bu**er has stolen my youthful, joy filled, light as a feather feeling body, and replaced it with some old duffers body, – and they have to be at least 120 years old, by the feel of the body which mine has been swapped with. This one is creaky, old, positively broken in rather a lot of places and totally damaged through over-use (see definition for ‘knackered’ – which OBVIOUSLY isn’t a word I use, being as it’s such an unladylike word and all that).
All I’ve done is taken responsibility for a 6-year-old boy … so it’s obviously while I was distracted that someone broke into my home and swapped my own body for this load of carp which they’ve left me with. I don’t know who I complain to. I mean …. would the Police take this seriously? I doubt it. In fact … I feel like I can hear them laughing from here!
Suggestions for getting my “OOooooNLY 27 YEARS OLD” body back would be much appreciated. For I have a birthday … as you know … and I shall be “OOOooonly 27” again, so I need my “OOoonly 27” year old body back… because that really was some body, and this one I’ve got now is …. broken in 50 Shades of Busted!
Till next time … … I send you squidges, mentally. … I just can’t seem to get up from my seat at the moment to squidge you properly … actually, I think my arm has just dropped off … ut ohhhh . . . . I think a leg might be about to follow it! Oh gawd, … what next?!! I DEMAND THE RETURN OF MY BODY! (or at the very least … a new one).
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