Flynns Golden Flower....

....And the Drippy Bit

He insisted that I take a pic of him with this....His most gorgeous golden flower.....which turned out to be some new bouganvillia leaves.

They took me out this afternoon...it was so fabulous to be out in the fresh air.....we walked through the Avenue of  fig trees to the lookout and watched the whales off in the distance.

He discovered his tonsils today...it took me a while to work out what he was meaning when he was talking about his 'drippy bit'.....I suppose it does look like a drippy bit doesnt it.

Everything seems to be coming down to the wire...we were informed today that our place has been sold.


“The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.”
― Rabindranath Tagore