Friday, November 30, 2012

Skywatch Friday: Pt Chevalier Beach

After the grand finale of a long intensive full-on course, we are glad it is over. A walk on Pt Chevalier beach and watching the sun set helps to unwind. Dr Jannie thanking to the Bag piper Chris. 3 friends from Pt Chevalier, Susan, Maureen and Ann together with our DP, Lynette make this "overseas" trip to the Northshore, at Onepoto School.

http://skyley.blogspot.com/

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Peonies and Graduation

Here is Dr Jannie van Heesm the Project Director during the ceremony. Dr. Jannie and Christine. I wore my national dress the Batek Kebaya. I am a product of many ethnicity. Born a Chinese in Sarawak when we were under the British, the a Malaysian and now a New Zealander. On special occasions I wear the Kebaya. Thankful to Christine who marked and advised my tasks, and our DP Lynette who mentored us. This morning my friends Maureen and Susan graduated as a trained English Language Assistant. Yesterday, our principal gave us beautiful bouquets. It seems someone had whispered that the peony is the national flower of China. Susan and Maureen's bouquet had some Peonies and red hydrangeas which I didn't really appreciated as I had hedges of them. When I got mine, they were peonies and Alstroemeria. I was over the moon. The peony is among the longest-used flowers in ornamental culture and is one of the smallest living creature national emblems in China. Along with the plum blossom, it is a traditional floral symbol of China, where the Paeonia suffruticosa is called 牡丹 (mǔdān). It is also known as 富贵花 (fùguìhuā) "flower of riches and honour," and is used symbolically in Chinese art.[11] In 1903, the Qing Dynasty declared the peony as the national flower.



Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Empty Arms

The Flanders Poppy, how apt it is to represent a grieving mother. On Sunday, I saw this very recent bereaved mum in church. Half way through, I saw her walk out. She didn't return. I felt in my heart, how much it is similar to me. I went to the bathroom to look for her. She was at a corner. I asked if she was OK. She said yes, but her hug told me she wasn't. I told her, remember , "its Ok to cry." Empty arms. The hole in the heart, is bigger than a well. The hole never mends. Instead a stack is continually stabbing. Blood never cease to ooze. A puzzle piece is missing. Life is never the same again. Only a fellow mum who has lost her babe, Will understand your pain. She will not ask you to stop crying. For she wears the same pair of shoes. For she feels the pinching at the toes. Open your heart to her. Together you journey. Until you meet your angels again. A pair of shoes has been seen as symbolizing Van Gogh’s difficult passage through life. As I write, I think I become more creative. I write for my readers, and most of all, I write for myself. This is an excerpt of my poem chapter of my "Diary of a bereaved mother, Goodbye my baby" book. Blogger is having trouble again. This is support to be a poem. I am a Sands mum for 23 years, and I am a counsellor and advocate.

Monday, November 26, 2012

Friday, November 23, 2012

Tradescantia plant or duckling plant



Each time I watch Jamie Oliver talk about organic farming, I think of Mum and her farming. When we were little, we used to collect this Tradescantia plant, chop it up and feed it to our ducklings. We called this plant "Duckling grass." or ARP ZAI CHO.

This grows in my garden, and makes me wish I can rear ducklings in my own back yard, the way Mum did in Borneo. My colleagues told me to catch some at Western Springs.

***I took my new friend W. from Hong Kong to Western Springs. She was frightened by the geese and swans. Tradescantia grows very fast and ismajor plant pest when it has escaped into bush land, A member of the spiderwort family, tradescantia flumensis is native to South America; its name commemorates the discoverer of the species, John Tradescant, a 16th century English naturalist, gardener, and intrepid plant collector. The succulent green stems and oval leaves of this plant are accompanied by simple white flowers, but no seeds are produced. Instead, the tiniest stem or leaf is capable of sprouting leaves, and forming a new plant which grows rapidly. Tradescantia plants thrive in solid shade and form a dense mat completely inhibiting the survival of native plant seedlings or ferns. I grew it in my worm farm in school, and it has pushed out the lid. The kids love it.

church in the park.

Don't come to the church buildings to morrow. But go across the road to the park at 10am, NOT 9 or 11. At 10 am.
This is not Rocket park, just pretend it is. we meet at 10am on 25th November in Rocket Park for Church in the Park. Our church is hosting 'Christmas in Rocket Park' tomorrow (New North Rd, Mt Albert) starting at 3:30pm with kids activities and ending with Carols by Candlelight at about 9pm. See this link for a video of the last two years' celebration. Hope to see you there :) xx http://www.mabc.org.nz/christmas-in-rocket-park/

flower links

http://tinaspicstory.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/weekend-flowers-45.html
http://blueberrycraftandhobbytime.blogspot.com/p/join-my-photo-challenge-flowers-on.html




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Flowers: Flanders Poppies

I walk past this garden everyday. I am awed by the manicure landscaping. Sometimes, I whack out my camera. And snap a photo or two. I feel awkward, Just in case the owner is around. Recently, as I walked past, The lady was tidying her garden. I said :Hi and beautiful garden." She said, it could do much more work. But, Alas she is too old. I told her, I walk pass everyday. I snap photos of her garden. "Feel free to take photos, even when I am not here. Then she too be a tour, to her beautiful garden. And giving me lessons of some of her plants. These are no ordinary poppies. They are called Flanders poppies. Flanders to remember the WW1, The poppies of Flanders. I am so happy I stopped to say hi. Today, I am owner of this precious knowledge. I share this with you. In Flanders fields The red or Flanders poppy has been linked with battlefield deaths since the time of the Great War (1914–18). The plant was one of the first to grow and bloom in the mud and soil of Flanders. The connection was made, most famously, by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae in his poem 'In Flanders fields'. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/war/anzac-day/poppies Veterans Day is an official United States holiday which honors people who have served in armed service also known as veterans. It is a federal holiday that is observed on November 11th. It coincides with other holidays such as Armistice Day and Remembrance Day, which are celebrated in other parts of the world and also mark the anniversary of the end of World War I. (Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, with the German signing of the Armistice.) Veterans Day is not to be confused with Memorial Day; Veterans Day celebrates the service of all of veterans, while Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving.[1] http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veterans_Day
http://tinaspicstory.blogspot.com.au/2012/05/weekend-flowers-45.html
http://blueberrycraftandhobbytime.blogspot.com/p/join-my-photo-challenge-flowers-on.html




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Flowers: Flanders Poppies no links

I walk past this garden everyday. I am awed by the manicure landscaping. Sometimes, I whack out my camera. And snap a photo or two. I feel awkward, Just in case the owner is around. Recently, as I walked past, The lady was tidying her garden. I said :Hi and beautiful garden." She said, it could do much more work. But, Alas she is too old. I told her, I walk pass everyday. I snap photos of her garden. "Feel free to take photos, even when I am not here. Then she too be a tour, to her beautiful garden. And giving me lessons of some of her plants. These are no ordinary poppies. They are called Flanders poppies. Flanders to remember the WW1, The poppies of Flanders. I am so happy I stopped to say hi. Today, I am owner of this precious knowledge. I share this with you. In Flanders fields The red or Flanders poppy has been linked with battlefield deaths since the time of the Great War (1914–18). The plant was one of the first to grow and bloom in the mud and soil of Flanders. The connection was made, most famously, by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae in his poem 'In Flanders fields'. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. http://www.nzhistory.net.nz/war/anzac-day/poppies Veterans Day is an official United States holiday which honors people who have served in armed service also known as veterans. It is a federal holiday that is observed on November 11th. It coincides with other holidays such as Armistice Day and Remembrance Day, which are celebrated in other parts of the world and also mark the anniversary of the end of World War I. (Major hostilities of World War I were formally ended at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918, with the German signing of the Armistice.) Veterans Day is not to be confused with Memorial Day; Veterans Day celebrates the service of all of veterans, while Memorial Day is a day of remembering the men and women who died while serving.[1]

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Skywatch Friday, at Pt Chevalier.

The sky was beautiful, the evening we took our daughter for a walk. The beach is 10 minutes away. http://skyley.blogspot.co.nz/

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

watery wednesday: Methodist school garden.


It rains a lot in Tropical Borneo. I was in my old school, had found this puddle of water where it was meant to be a walking path. When I first started in this school, I joined the Husbandry club. We planted pineapples, and reared chicken.  Both projects were abandoned, the chicken dropping was too strong, and the pineapples were stolen.

http://nfmemes.blogspot.co.nz/

Monday, November 19, 2012

Gerbera for my Deborah



Gerbera
The lovely white Cala lilies have a special place in my heart. They used to grow in my paternal grandpa's rubber garden in Sarawak. These were cut from my garden.

When Deborah was little, we had a big garden, and we often walked around looking at the flowers.

Here a simple poem for her as she arrives in a few hours. I have seen her only once during the past 6 years.

Deborah,
Loves Gerbera.
Mummy,
Loves calla Lily.

Deborah,
picks some gerbera.
Mummy,
picks some Lilies,

Deborah and mummy,
We make a posy.
We go to a special place.
We think of someone in outer space.

Praise God for flowers,
Praise God for Deborah,
Praise God for lilies.
Praise God for mummies





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http://blueberrycraftandhobbytime.blogspot.com/p/join-my-photo-challenge-flowers-on.html




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