Sunday, November 30, 2008
Life has been uber busy the past month.
However, I am just about finished my end of year school reports, and then it all winds down a little.
Below is a photo my sister took of me yesterday selling stuff at the North Epping Village Fair. I should be able to put some items back up on Etsy soon too.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
Last Friday night we had a fairly impressive electrical storm.
One that had us all quivering with fear at one point. Somewhere very close by was hit. The noise was incredible.
As a result, my modem was fried. And worse, part of my computer.
I now have a new modem and am back online. The technician pointed out that it could be time to update my hard drive however.... I wonder how long I can stretch it out???
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Today is Remembrance Day in Australia.
Kate has a moving story about Simpson and his donkey here.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
The Flanders poppy has been a part of Armistice or Remembrance Day ritual since the early 1920s and is also increasingly being used as part of ANZAC Day observances. During the First World War, red poppies were seen to be among the first living plants that sprouted from the devastation of the battlefields of northern France and Belgium. Soldiers' folklore had it that the poppies were vivid red from having been nurtured in ground drenched with the blood of their comrades. The sight of the poppies on the battlefield at Ypres in 1915 moved Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae to write the poem In Flanders Fields.
(Australian War Memorial)
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead.
Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Lt.-Col. John McCrae
Sunday, November 09, 2008
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three,
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now,
For ever and ever.
A A Milne (1927)
Oliver had a much anticipated, exciting (but tiring) day yesterday, celebrating his birthday with his friends.
The venue? A putt putt golf course.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
I have just been away on camp with 120 Year 5 & 6 students.
I thought I would share some photos.