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I swear on me (fall) mum, it's a fantastic show!
Each fall, the Allan Gardens Conservatory puts on its Chrysanthemum Flower Show to the delight of visitors, local and tourists. I recently dropped by to see what the floral artists envisioned and executed for this year's show. I have mixed feelings about "mums" as common folk like me call non-hardy florist chrysanthemums on sale now at big box stores and stuffed into containers with the requisite kale and ornamental peppers one sees all over the city. On one hand, these cold hardy plants will last into December and look better than the wilting potato vines and begonias from summer's containers. But I find the big mounds of orange, yellow and red a little too robust. And then what happens after the flowers fade? Now you have a grey mound to deal with...
(Maybe the bias I have against non-hardy "annuals" in general stems from my reluctance to pay for them in May and chuck them out in October. With fall mums, we buy them in October, throw them out in December and not bat an eyelash: truly disposable plants!)
Now the chrysanthemums (no one would dare call these "mums" said the hybridizer) on display at the Conservatory aren't, for the most part, what you'd normally see on the streets. I suspect that many aren't cold-hardy, assuming this trait has been bred right out of them in exchange for frilly petals, massive blooms, etc. But let's not quibble over plant hardiness (who cares, you're in a greenhouse!) and enjoy the show with me:
The alarm went off at five.
I lay for five minutes before getting up.
It was Armistice Day, and I was going to London to be one of the 10,000 or so former members of HM Armed Forces, Civil Servants and others who would take part in observing the two minute silence at eleven, then march past the Cenotaph.
Jools was away at Battle, sleeping soundly, or so I thought.
So I went down the test, jab and feed Scully then feed the other three cats, before boiling the kettle to make a coffee.
At half five, I sat at the table and there was a knock at the back door.
Odd.
Turns out Jools could not sleep, so left the hotel early and was now home, so the plans on how to get me to and back from Ebbsfleet was moot.
I let Jools in, she made a coffee and we caught up on the highlights, before it was time for me to get dressed in my new shirt, trousers, before remembering how to tie a tie.
Socks on, shoes on, put on my rain jacket before grabbing my filled hipflask.
I drove us to Ebbsfleet, leaving in the pre-dawn light, so as we headed north the sunrise got nearer.
Traffic was at least light, with mist hanging over the Medway as we cross over it on the motorway.
I drove us to the station. We kiss as Jools drove off and I walked to the station to find where the first train of the day was leaving from.
Us veterans had free travel to and from London for the parade, so an Army Officer semi-ordered me not to buy a ticket, instead once the roller blinds lifter for access to the platform, we walked up the steps and into the golden glory as the sun cleared the low valley sides, bathing us in warm golden light.
The trees on the valley sides were golden, and barely a breath of wind caused the leaves to flutter. It was going to be a mild and memorable day.
Its only 15 minutes into St Pancras, so barely time to get comfortable.
Once at St Pancras, all barriers were open, so I walked through and went to the undercroft to the Piccadilly Line entrance, which seemed to take forever, and possibly half the way there already by the time I reached the actual station.
Halfway on the jorney, a guy got on with the same tie I was searing, one showing the symbol for explosives which is what we use for our trade merchandise, like the tie.
I went to say hello, and turns out he had not been to London in nearly 30 years, and didn't really know where to go.
I would guide him.
We got off at Piccadilly Circus, then along to the Barkerloo line, another walk as long as if we would have went up to ground level and walked along Haymarket.
One stop along to Charing Cross, so up the steps to the street before crossing over the southern side of Trafalgar Square, and begin the first lot of "military waiting" to get through the shrouded arches of Admiralty Arch.
We shuffled along onto the top end of The Mall, then into a tent to show our invites and ID.
And we were in.
My RAFA branch, RAF Armourers, was D38, and literally the first group we came to on the crowded Horseguards Parade.
Old friends were met with handshakes and hugs, new friendships were forged.
And so began the second lot of military waiting, it was half eight, we had two hours to go.
A constant flow of people, most with regimental berets of all hues, most with badges, some with plumes and others with oak leaves or lots of oak leaves.
It was a wonderful sight.
The Horseguards rode by hauling the gun that would be fired to mark the start of the two minutes silence. Some looked so young, barely out of school.
Their bright uniforms showed well under the golden canopies of the London Plan Trees that stood our so well against the deep blue sky.
From ten, the columns began to march off. Use being D38 meant we would be one of the last. But there was waiting here or in Whitehall.
Finally our time came, and we shuffled off on the gravel, wheeling round to the right, then sharp left so we could pass six abreast through the central arch of Horseguards itself, and out onto Whitehall, where we were greeted, as all were, by applause from those gathered to witness the even from behind barriers.
Highly recommend a visit to the Borneo Rainforest and especially to Tanjung Puting National Park.
This photo is from my first day in the park. More info on my blog: inmyshoestravel.com/
Today being the anniversary of the death of the last queen of Bosnia, I decided my way of honoring her was to get this handbag from BHCrafts It was made by a woman named Sajima. All the women who produce goods for this company are persons who are still internally displaced and living in often very precarious and difficult circumstances.
There are many lovely reasonably priced items in the BHCrafts shop in Bascarcija and it's one way of ensuring that something you buy in BiH as a souvenir directly helps a refugee, and directly helps the local economy.
I love going to Bascarcija, it's a lot of fun, but I feel sad that very few actual Bosnian made items are for sale there. Most items there actually come from India. Now I have nothing against India or Indian made goods, they too benefit the local economy at least somewhat, but it's better to support Bosnian home industries.
The newspaper is 'Oslobodenje' a very good local paper, that continued to publish and was distributed FREE in the war times. The page has mention of the last queen of Bosnia, it's her death anniversary today, and two separate small articles made mention of this fact.
What I like about this bag, is that it almost is like Native American work.
Put on sale shortly after the end of World War II, the clean lines of the Navion were intended to evoke the P-51 Mustang fighter.
27 de agosto 2021
Subsecretario de Redes Asistenciales, Alberto Dougnac, visita Hospital Psiquiátrico Dr. Philippe Pinel de Putaendo
Fotos: Alejandra De Lucca V.
Paul, along with church friends, put together a band for the wedding, and played for me as a surprise. I love when he plays guitar & sings, so it was very special.
This lovely crotch shot features his guitar covered in stickers - which he's had since high school.
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Photo by: Rhoda Strelau
Dead Flowers by The Rolling Stones
Well, when youre sitting there
In your silk upholstered chair
Talking to some rich folks that you know
Well I hope you wont see me
In my ragged company
You know I could never be alone
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
Well, when youre sitting back
In your rose pink cadillac
Making bets on kentucky derby day
Ill be in my basement room
With a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
Take me down little susie, take me down
I know you think youre the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the us mail
Say it with dead flowers at my wedding
And I wont forget to put roses on your grave
No I wont forget to put roses on your grave
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It's all how a few notes tickle tendencies and causes emotions to flow like the seeds out of a perfectly ripe tomato when you first touch your teeth to it, covering your good friend with V8 ingredients and years of memories.
The smallest, most insignificant motions matter the most. It's what you'll talk about when little freckle faced 10 year olds come to visit you in a nursing home in Missouri Valley, Iowa.
Let it all out, he loves your genuineness. He will refer to it years from that time, perhaps in a photoblog.
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WAREGEM, 11-08-2018, Regenboogstadion. 3de speeldag Jupiler Pro League 2018-2019. SV Zulte Waregem - KAS Eupen. 4-0.
SV Zulte Waregem: Bossut – De Fauw – Baudry – Marcq – Derijck – Buffel – Faik (Walsh 90’) – Harbaoui – Bongonda (Soisalo 89’) – De Pauw (Tardieu 76’) – Demir
Reserve: Bostyn – Walsh – Soisalo – Bjordal H. – Tardieu – Bürki – Bjordal J.
Trainer: Francky Dury
KAS Eupen: Van Crombrugge – Keita – Diagne (Ocansey 46’) – Mulumba – Schauerte – Pollet (Raspentino 60’) – Garcia – Toyokawa – Blondelle – Molina – Milicevic (Laurent 71’)
Reserve: Niasse – Lotiès – Lazare – Laurent – Raspentino – Gnaka – Ocansey
Trainer: Claude Makelele
Scheidsrechter: Put – Thijs – Di Vincenzo – Alen
Doelpunten 1:0 Buffel (35’) – 2:0 Buffel (38’) – 3:0 Faik (56’) – 4:0 Marcq (90’)
Geel: Keita, Mulumba, Raspentino
A few hundred feet from what was a booming open pit iron mine until November of 1895, when 100 tons of soapstone (slip-and-slide, as it was called) collapsed from the mine's sloping wall, killing 13 miners, mostly Italians.
The mine was closed and flooded with water from the reservior in 1897.
Diving equipment was tested here during WWII.