Tuesday, April 18, 2017


 Despite there being no blog post in MARCH, there was indeed a lot happening in the world of Flowergardenannie.
 I have been loving my dahlia's and posting them regurlaly on Instragram - it's so quick and unfortunatley has taken away from the lovely blogging world.  That's progress I guess.
 Then on the long weekend my Quilting Group (The Begonia Quilters - check out thier blog too) - held an exhibition in the centre of Ballarat in the old Mining Exchange building.
 These are some of my quilts on display.
 Then when it was all over, I decided to cut up all my old favourite scrap pieces and make 16 blocks and put them together.

 Beautiful Zinnia's too that I grew from seed.

 My baby turned 17

 The belladonna's were magnificent . . .
 . . . and my Ginger Lillies had their best year ever - 2 meters high and lots of them all at once.  The smell was amazing.
 Now hand quilting with Pearl Cotton no.8 and a preview of what's happening outside my back door.

Tuesday, February 28, 2017

February End

 The end of the second month 2017 already - Still warm here in Ballarat, and thankful for my airconditioner. Also thankful for only working 3 days a week this year.  I am loving it already.  3 days on then 4 days off - I actually get to breathe and am enjoying the quiet times.  I find that I don't put on radio or TV, just enjoy the peace.
 My Gladioli's are all coming out into brilliant bright flowers right outside my back door.  This photo doesn't tell the full story as they are quite magnificent.
 I am quitetly preparing for The Begonia Quilters Exhibition which will be on the long weekend in March.  I am putting sleeves on the back of quilts for hanging and going through my stash getting ready for the Recycle Your Stash stall.  I am hoping to get rid of a lot of my excess stuff.
In between loving my garden of course.  I have some more dahlia's coming out which I'm looking forward to.  I will definitely be planting more of those next year.
Abraham Darby is one of my favourite roses.  2 at my front door.
Goodbye Feb.

Saturday, February 18, 2017

Something Finished at Last

 Here is the finished quilt front on.  A little bubble at the bottom, but I'm happy to have finished something, and have a fresh quilt hanging in my living space.
 I uncovered an old one that was waiting for quilting, so I just might do it too while I'm in the mood.

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Sewing Room Attack

 I decided it was time . . .
 I went into the sewing room and looked around.  Then I looked around again and just didn't know where to start.  I made a huge mess on the floor, and then thought . . . what next!
 The only logical thing I could think of was - MAKE A QUILT -
So I set about cutting and piecing and quilting and a week later, it was hanging on the wall.  Satisfaction as a distraction.  Now I still have a mess in the sewing room and will need to face it, but I can always walk around the garden instead.

Happy Tuesday

Sunday, February 5, 2017


What is a Family?
When I think about family, it means all sorts of different things to me.  I left home at 18 and lived a long way away from my nuclear family.  Although I kept in constant contact with my mum and dad, who were a great support to me, I needed more than that.  I needed to find people close by who loved me and would be "on hand" so to speak when I needed them - up close and personal.

Initially I sought out Aunties and Uncles, cousins, and made special friends. These people were my family. When I ventured away from the halls of residence, where may I say, those people had become my family by then - I started meeting neighbours, people at work and building networks around me.  This practise has continued through my life and I have had some wonderful neighbours and friends which I consider part of my family still.

When I had young children, and my parents were still very far away, I needed more help - the kind a young mum needs. I would have loved my mum to be close by, but she wasn't.  I found a couple of lovely older women, who supported me as a mother would.  One of them had actually been a friend of my mother's when I had been a baby, so that friend was particularly special.  I considered them part of my family.

Having moved a few times over the years, I have strongly valued the importance of building a supportive network around me.  These people have not been part of my original nuclear family, but have been a very important part of my life.  When my children were young, I totally agreed that:
"It takes a village to raise a child"

Now my father is no longer with us and I am lucky enough to have my mother close by.  My 2 sisters don't see eye to eye, so what does that mean for my family? 
I met with my daughter yesterday for the first time in over a year.  We had a milkshake together and talked. Then she said that she no longer had a family and her life was going to be bad forever.
I did point out that she was well, healthy, lived independently, had a job, had a career underway at uni, had a boyfriend, had money in the bank, had a mum and a dad, 2 brothers, a Granny, a Nana and Opa, LOTS of Aunties and Uncles, cousins and friends.  From my side of the table, her life was looking pretty good.
Yes, our nuclear family has been broken - but it's still there and always will be. It just looks different from what I first imagined it to be.
Families come in all shapes and sizes - she's 19 and has very strong ideas of what is right and what is wrong.
When I asked her if I'd see her again . . . she said
". . . maybe . . ."
Parenting is hard!
I need help from the Village

Monday, January 23, 2017

Happy New Year 2017

 I've been doing a lot of things differently lately, and this holiday was no exception.  I just think that perhaps my life has changed and I am changing with it. I actually booked a holiday well in advance and was able to look forward to it.  It has made the long summer holidays disappear quickly, but that's OK.
 I went on a holiday to New Zealand  with my new partner and my mother.  Watching her enjoyment of all things new, was such a joy as she had never been on such a holiday before.  She is 85 and had to get her first passport which was very exciting.  We took the bus to Melbourne, and boarded a cruise ship that was wall to wall luxury. We enjoyed feeling very spoilt for 2 weeks.
 I don't know if I'm just getting fussy, or I'm actually going off coffee.  Is it my age? I'm not sure.  Is anyone else feeling the same?  I love the idea of coffee dates, and the smell, but I'm just not feeling the love that I used to feel for it. I'm a bit sad about it really.  What else does one drink on a "coffee date?"
 The Kiwi Farm we went to was great. I loved seeing them all hanging on the vines - thousands of them.

. . . and the scenery was like magic.  It was a lovely place to go for a holiday. 
 Now I'm back in "Normalsville" and it's almost time for school to start again, it feels but a dream. 
I've done a bit of travelling these last couple of years, so now it is time to bunker down and pretend to be serious about work...or not...
Either way there's always plenty of gardening to do.