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An oldie, but a goodie:

A fellow blogging friend e-mailed me this anonymous story. I have come across it before, but It is so worthwhile and appropriate, especially at this time of the year, I decided to post it onto the blog to share with all of you!  Thank you my friend for sharing this thought provoking story.
A Professor quietly stood in front of his class while he had some things on his desktop. To start the class, He took large glass jar which was empty and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He broke his silence, asking students if the jar was full. Without exception, all of the students nodded.

The teacher then took a box with glass marbles and poured them between the golf balls which had earlier been put in the jug. The Professor shook the jug gently and the marbles trickled to the spaces that remained between the golf balls. Again, the Professor asked his students if the jar was full. Surprised students responded with a unanimous “Yes”.

The teacher took a small box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled the space that was left in the jug. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded loudly in unison, “Yes”.

The Professor pulled out two beer bottles from under his desk and poured them fully into the glass jar, filling the space between the sand. The students laughed.

“Now”, said the Professor as the laughter dwindled, “I want you to think that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things – your family, children, health, friends and your passions.

“If you lose everything and only these important things remain, your life would still be full and plenty. The marbles represent the other things that matter like your work, your home and your car. The sand is everything else, the rest.”

“If you put the sand first within the empty jar”, he continued,”You will never have more room for the marbles or golf balls. The same happens in your life.”

“If you spend all your time and energy on the small things,  you’ll never have room for the things that are really important”.

“Always pay attention to the things that are really important to be happy. To spend time with your children. To spend time with your parents. To visit your grandparents. Go out to dinner with your wife. Enjoy another family party. There will always be time later to clean the house and mowing the lawn”.

“Always worry about the golf balls first – the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand”.

Once the teacher had finished, one of the students raised his hand and asked what the beer represented. The Professor smiled and said, “it is good that you asked.

“The beer just shows that no matter how full of things your life may look, there is always time to share a couple of beers with a friend”.

More Sculptures from the McClelland Survey 2014

One made a noise, one had water that tinkled into a little pool, one glittered with light and Phil Price’s sculpture moved in the wind. There are huge and small ones, and sculptures to attract different age groups. I can’t wait to take the grandchildren in the holidays. Shall show a couple  of photos to show the gallery and the excitement in the grounds.

Gallery cafe a fine place to have lunch or coffee.

Gallery cafe, a fine place to have lunch or coffee and look out over the lake.

Big Red Kangaroo Paw in front of cafe.

Big Red Kangaroo Paw in front of cafe.

Crowd beginning to gather to hear the speeches and to hear the winner.

Crowd beginning to gather to hear the speeches and to hear the winner.


Susan Lincoln YOU ARE HERE (The Rainbow Room) 2014



Susan Lincoln YOU ARE HERE (Rainbow Room) 2014

Marcus Tatton Enviroglyphic 2014

Marcus Tatton
Enviroglyphic 2014

Terrance Plowright Light (At the sacred heart of illumination) 2014

Terrance Plowright
Light (At the sacred heart of illumination) 2014

Lucas Maddock New Hypothetical Continents 2014

Lucas Maddock
New Hypothetical Continents 2014

Phil Price Chrysalid 2014

Phil Price
Chrysalid 2014

James Parrett Peak 2014

James Parrett
Peak 2014

Benjamin Storch Orbital 2014

Benjamin Storch
Orbital 2014

Sanne´Mestrom Weeping woman (fountain) 1013-14

Weeping woman (fountain) 1013-14

Matt Calvert Die back 2014

Matt Calvert
Die back 2014

Beth Arnold Cloud form  2014

Beth Arnold
Cloud form 2014

Hendrik Forster House of Solomon 2014

Hendrik Forster
House of Solomon 2014

Greg Johns Floating figure 2014

Greg Johns
Floating figure 2014

Anton McMurray Portal 2014

Anton McMurray
Portal 2014

Lisa Roet & Charlie Owen Sneezing snub nose 2012-14

Lisa Roet & Charlie Owen
Sneezing snub nose 2012-14

A plant to finish our tour. Hope you have enjoyed having a look at a selection of sculptures to give you the idea of the diversity.

A plant to finish our tour. Hope you have enjoyed having a look at a selection of sculptures to give you an idea of the diversity.


Sweet and spicy?

ScanThe spice of success

 ‘If failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor’ (Turman Capote), how spicy do you like success stories?

A discussion on radio about Mills and Boon publications prompted me to read my first M&B novel. In Australia there are 76 writers of these books and I wondered if I would be able to write one, just for fun.

The book I read was ‘Since you’ve been gone’, by International best selling author, Anouska Knight, which was very sweet.

I really don’t think I’m sweet enough to dollop out such saccharine sweetness/spiciness in my writing. Success might be sweet and spicy, but I am drawn to write less palatable prose, and therefore less popular stories. My beloved thinks it would be fun for me to embark on such an adventure, but I don’t think I’m up to it! I shall struggle on writing what feels right for me.

I shall read ‘The Narrow Road to the Deep North’ by Richard Flanagan when my beloved has finished reading it. This will inspire me to, hopefully, better things. This book deservedly won the Man Booker Prize 2014. What an inspiration Richard Flanagan is!Scan

Set Me Free

pink-bird-cageBrenda Ann writes some wonderful posts and this one is pertinent to all of us and I’m sure you’ll enjoy her very sensible advice.

pieces of me


“You wander from room to room hunting for the diamond necklace that is already around your neck.”   Rumi

My niece, Tree Bunny (not her real name. My brother is not a hippy) has recently begun the minimalist 21 day experiment.   In the challenge a person packs up everything they own and sticks it in a room.  Then items are removed from that room only as needed.  Day one you may want to go get your toothbrush, and some clean underwear.  Perhaps a dish, some cutlery and a pot the next morning when you want to have oatmeal for breakfast.  And slowly you replace only the things you truly need and use into your daily life.

I have to admit that this paring life down to stark nothingness strangely appeals to me.

Tree Bunny is mostly through the challenge.  She has exactly one plate, one bowl, one fork, spoon and knife…

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May his memory live on:


I’d like to remember our wonderful Prime Minister Whitlam who died today. One of his thoughts corresponds with my own. It went something like:

‘I’m not immortal, I’m eternal.’

The man who tried to bring equality; introducing free education to universities, encouraging Australian generated Arts, amongst the many other egalitarian issues he broached.                    May this impressive man’s spirit live on.


At what age did you realize you were not immortal? How did you react to that discovery?

(Thank you for suggesting this prompt, Swoosieque)



Pondering thoughts:

Yesterday we went to our dentist, a bit of a hike, but worth having such a reliable man on the job. It gives me an opportunity to check out the magazines, and yes, I found a recipe for you:

Cherry, Halloumi and Lentil salad.

I shall simplify it and let you use a tin of lentils.                                                                              Mix:                                                                                                                                                            3 Tbsp. virgin olive oil                                                                                                                          1 Tbsp. white wine vinegar                                                                                                                 ½ teaspoon Dion mustard

and let lentils marinate in this mixture.


225 g. Halloumi cheese, cut lengthwise into thick slices.

Cook the cheese to brown.

150g. Cherries pitted and halved.

1 Tbsp. chopped mint

½ red onion sliced finely

Wild rocket

Extra virgin olive oil to drizzle over the top.

If you don’t have cherries any juicy fruit could be added, like white nectarine, peach, or mango or fresh sweet ripe pear.


On the way home, my recent post came to mind where I wrote about our friend dying. Tony, nicknamed ‘Bopper Boy’, (as he always played the latest music and loved his trendy car), appeared. Well, a sleek, swanky American left hand drive car drove up behind us, (that he would have loved). Chris said,

‘Looks like Bopper Boy’s behind us!’

By the time it passed us, I had no time to take a photo, as my phone has a code to be typed in etc. We were both amazed to see his initials on the number plate, ‘TB 1968.’ What a strange coincidence!

So to fill his character out a little more, I’d like to share his last e-mail with you, which shows his quirky sense of humour. His spirit will live on in our lives:

Tony B.

Tony B.


A hungry bloke walks into a seedy cafe in Glasgow.
He sits in the counter and notices a Jock with his arms folded,
staring blankly at a bowl of chili

After ten minutes of just sitting there staring at it, the hungry
bloke bravely asks.

“If you aren’t going to eat that, mind if I do?”

The old Jock slowly turns his head toward the young bloke and says.

“Nah, ye can gae ahead.”

Eagerly, the young bloke reaches over and slides the bowl over to
his place and starts spooning it in with delight.

He gets nearly down to the bottom and notices a dead mouse in the chili.

The sight was shocking and he immediately pukes up the chili
back into the bowl.

The old Jock says. “Aye, that’s as far as I got too.”

Ginger Nuts



Ginger nut biscuits and recipe below:

4 oz (112 g ) butter or margarine ( I use butter)                                                                             into a saucepan with 8 oz (224g ) sugar                                                                                             1 Tablespoon of golden syrup

Melt together and let cool before adding

1 beaten egg                                                                                                                                     Then 8 oz ( 224g) SR flour                                                                                                                    ½ teaspoon carb soda                                                                                                                          6-7 teaspoons of ginger powder                                                                                                        Mix up over night and leave in fridge till next morning.

Make into small balls, I like to press the top into sugar and flatten a little. Bake in moderate oven for 10-15 minutes.

Easy peasy!! These are the biscuits I bake to send with Chris to the football, as the group he meets love these.


Before honey bees are extinct:

12471_8061Bee_0_460x230_0_460x230_3_200x100I just signed an urgent petition save bees from deadly pesticides, will you join me?

In a few days’ time a task force will recommend what the White House should do about these poisons, and if we get 3 million people to call for a ban, and deliver our call in time, we can help prevent honey bees going extinct.

See the massive petition here:

A Spot of Entertaining:


IMG_2929This week has been a social week for us. Entertaining doesn’t happen often. We link up with Chris’ two retired colleagues from work and their wives at each other’s homes on a regular basis. (These three men taught art at Monash University). On Tuesday we had not only this group, but also some of their ex-students, 40 years on, as well! We were a group of 10. The spring weather was perfect, so we could eat outdoors. It was wonderful hearing how these individuals are all continuing to paint, and how they were/are influenced by their teachers.