Don't Eat the Daisies!

We were married in Spring...

...so it was fitting to get this as 'breakfast in bed' yesterday. There were 14 pots of daisies and 'mums with a big cup of tea nestled in between.

Remember this little oppy find a few weeks back. I'm still on a boat theme as the fourteen years has been a bit of a journey.

A lovely framer down the road cleaned it and mounted it in a crusty old driftwoody frame just in time to be the big fella's anniversary present.

I made a quick rubbing off it first for the card as it is in very high relief.

Then we went back for more punishment from these bad boys although they worried us less yesterday than the huge goanna that kept circling the bbq area.

Of course these nim-nolls were there too but I am ambivalent toward them when eyeing off a goanna.

Oh, look what we have found mother! Please can we take them home. They must be the remains of a rabid horse!

Shades of Georgia O'Keefe. Methinks I can squeeze an art lesson out of these 'orrible things.

Mmm. More daisies to eat or just pick, perhaps, in that lovely late afternoon light.

Would you care to partake of my daisy hors d'oeuvre?
And still celebrating all things Spring and Daisy, I have sent you some video footage of myself entertaining my children and some of their friends with a ukelele in the back yard. I favour high pants and a high kick to boot. I dare you to watch this through and not be singing it for the rest of the day!