In The Garden.....

Taking a little bloggy break, chores are piling up...
Be back soon.
In the meantime, play nice ;)

Going Boating ?

He just bought a new boat and decided to take her for the maiden voyage.
This was his first boat and he wasn't quite sure of the exact
Standard Operating Procedures for launching it off a ramp,
but figured it couldn't be too hard.

He consulted his local boat dealer for advice, but they just said
"don't let the trailer get too deep when you are trying to launch the boat".
Well, he didn't know what they meant by that as he could barely get
the trailer in the water at all! Anyhow, here's a picture below.

;)

Because We All Need A Little "Awwww" In Our Day...

Adding A Little Light On The Subject...

We have been busy with a little home-improvement these past two days.
Several years ago when the Home Depot Store came to our small town, we bought new outside carriage lamps for the porches.
They never made it further than the garage, until this weekend, when The First Sergeant felt a creative urge to break out the power tools.

It hangs to the right of the door, and will be turned on, just as a night light, since there are three overhead lights, already on the porch.

Not quite finished, it still needs caulking around the base, but getting there.

Thank goodness for sudden urges.......

The Dog days Of Summer....

The Old Garden Bench.

The old wooden garden bench, half-crumbling away, sits silenty; with only a blanket of lichen
as it's companion.

Tick Tock....

Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
The clock struck one,
The mouse was gone,
Hickory dickory, dock.



This is our grandfather clock.

A Christmas present from The First Sergeant some 27 years ago.
It's a Ridgeway, pendulum wind, with Westminster Chimes, and has tick-tocked the hours away in perfect time for all these years.


I fall asleep at night listening to it ticking away the minutes. Awaking in the morning, to it's melodious strike every fifteen and thirty minutes, and finally on the hour with the Westminster chimes.


It's a sound you get used to hearing. When it is silent, it's as if something is amiss, I notice it immediately.

Computer Say No....

Over the past several weeks, I have tried to access several of my regular blog sites, only to be interrupted by a Internet Explorer window popping up announcing " Internet Explorer Cannot Open the Site. Operation Aborted".

I have reported this to Blogger, it appears several other people are also experiencing this same problem.

Just wondering if any of my bloggy friends, are plagued by the same annoying problem, and is there a fix ?

Thanks peeps.

Thank You...

"Land Of The Free, Because Of The Brave"

For those who have sacrificed and brought us freedom in this great country.

" Thank You"

Without your service and dedication , our lives would be forever changed.
God Bless Our Troops



Video Credit: peibaby/Hank Brake tribute to our soldiers / Youtube

Sad News.... Mollie Sugden "Are You Being Served? "

Actress Mollie Sugden dies at 86

Mollie Sugden had a long and successful acting career , best known for playing Mrs. Slocombe in long -running BBC sitcom Are You Being Served? died at the Royal Surrey Hospital after a long illness.

Mary Isobel Sugden (July 21, 1922 - June 30, 2009) was an English comedy actress, known as Mollie Sugden, who is best known for playing Mrs. Slocombe in the popular and long running British sitcom Are You Being Served? from 1972 to 1985.
She later reprised this role for Grace & Favour (called Are You Being Served? Again! in the United States), which ran from 1992 to 1993.

The Yorkshire-born actress's twin sons, Robin and Simon Moore, were at her bedside, agent Joan Reddin said.
David Croft, one of the writers of Are You Being Served?, remembered her as a "marvellous character" who would never turn down chances to make people laugh.

"She would never refuse any sort of comedy situation no matter how undignified it was she would always go along with it. She was marvellously funny," he said.

Farewell Mollie you will be missed.

Photo credits: Wikipedia, BBC

You Missed A Spot.....

I'm not quite sure when I first became aware of my "clean windows" obsession..

I have a suspicion it started somewhere in my childhood, having the prestigious job of cleaning my grandma's windows standing on her English oak dining table, and working with a chamois leather until my arms were sore.
She liked to clean the windows at night, her theory was, "You can see the streaks better , when the sun goes down"...

Having been born and raised in England, one of the standards in an English household, are clean windows.
We obsess about them, neighbours fall out over them, you are judged by them.

Woe be the housewife who has dirty windows......

The window cleaner used to come around weekly, and clean the outside of the windows. There were window cleaners in every neighborhood of every town in England. The homeowner themselves, usually cleaned the insides, unless the job was too difficult.

It was always about pride.....we British seem to hang our hat's on that one.


It seems I continued my "must clean the windows" one -woman campaign , as soon as my suitcase was unpacked in Colorado. One of the first items I bought at the local K. Mart store was a nice leather chamois cloth, Windex and soft cotton towels.

Cleaning the windows on the inside, was not a problem, but I had never been introduced to "storm windows", or "screened windows". I understood the need, but wondered how American housewives cleaned the windows weekly, when it took so much time in removing the screens first.
It wasn't too much time before I realized it was an impossible goal. Too heavy, too cumbersome, too time-consuming......forget it.

I still clean windows weekly. Maybe not all at once, (we have 25 windows in this house) but they all get a "lick and a promise".
There is something so extremely satisfying in viewing the world, through a sparkling glass window.


My grandma Ciss used to tell me " Take care of the corners, the middle will look after itself ."

To this day, I cannot clean a window, without hearing her whispering that little saying into my ear. I always smile and give the corners an extra little rub.

I have innocently enough, passed this obsession along to my daughter.......enjoy lovey ;)