Sunday, 24 July 2016


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Robyn and Con are coming for lunch.  David's making the mains and I'm making one of David Herbert's Weekend Australian recipes:  Apple, Blueberry and Almond Cake.  It's in the oven now and David said, when he came back from his walk with Molly, that the kitchen smells like Christmas.  Here's the recipe:


125g butter, softened
125g caster sugar
1 tsp vanilla extract
2 eggs, beaten
100g self-raising flour
50ml milk
125g ground almonds
1 apple
100g blueberries

125g butter, melted
2 eggs
1 tsp cinnamon
50g flaked almonds

Preheat oven to 180 degrees C.  Grease and line base of a 20cm spring-form cake tin.  Beat butter, sugar and vanilla extract until fluffy then gradually beat in eggs, one at a time.  Add a little sifted flour if mixture looks as if it might separate.  Lightly fold in remaining flour, milk and half the almonds until combined.  Spread into base of cake tin,  Sprinkle with remaining ground almonds and then top with apple and blueberries.  To make topping, put melted butter in a bowl and whisk in eggs, sugar and cinnamon.  Pour over cake.  Sprinkle with flaked almonds.  Bake for about 60 minutes; when ready, it should be firm to the touch and a skewer inserted in the centre should come out clean.  Cool completely in the tin before turning out.  Dust with a little icing sugar to serve if desired.

And...something to think about...

Writing about the Prodigal Son, Baxter Kruger says in his little book, Parable of the Dancing God

"The third parable of Jesus in Luke 15 is without question among his most famous.  It is also his most loved.  It is about a father and his two sons.  And this fact alone endears the parable to us.  It is most often called 'the parable of the prodigal son', or 'the parable of missing the whole point'.  But this story is not really about either the prodigal son or the blind son.  It is about the father.  He is the central figure.  And Jesus is using this father and his relationship with his two sons to reveal to us the shocking truth about God.

This story is about who God is and what God is actually like.  It is about the way God thinks, how He thinks.  It is about the way God acts towards us.  It is about the Father's heart and joy.  It is a story of a God we can believe in..."

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Saturday, 23 July 2016


...and I hope you are relaxing too!  Took this photograph a couple of years ago.

Thursday, 14 July 2016


This is Hugo!  And he belongs to Sarah who lives in Tasmania and I think that Sarah loves him very much.  Liliane!  I think you need to look for a dog like Hugo to add to your collection!


Beuchner discussing King Lear...

...Insofar as the truth is tragic, he told a tragedy of men and women suffering more than even their own folly and wickedness seem to merit.  Insofar as the truth is comic, both in the sense of a kind of terrible funniness and of a happy end to all that is terrible, he told a comedy of madmen and fools.  Insofar as the truth transcends all such distinctions and points beyond itself, he told a kind of fairy tale where everybody is disguised as something he or she is not and only at the end are all disguises stripped away so that finally all are revealed for what they truly are, and like the beast in "Beauty and the Beast," the old king, with Cordelia in her beauty dead in his arms, is finally turned into a human being...

Did you notice the three "insofars" in the passage above?  Read the passage again and understand more deeply what Buechner is saying here.

Here is the preceding paragraph...

What (Shakespeare) ought to have said in his play was one or the other of these - despair or hope - but instead what he said was both of them and thus something in a way more than, and different from, either.  What he said was what in the deepest sense he truly felt.  He looked into the dark heart of things, which is to say into his own heart and into our hearts too, and told as close to the whole truth as he was able.  

Exerpts from
Telling the Truth (The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy and Fairy Tale) Frederick Beuchner

Monday, 11 July 2016


Reading this wonderful book again where the writer uses the play King Lear to discuss the Gospel in a creative way...

"...The crazy Zen monk holds a stick in his hand and says, "What have I got in my hand?" and the eager searcher after truth but only after a particular truth says, "It is a stick."  Then the monk hits the man over the head with the stick as he richly deserves and says, "No, that's what it is," or doesn't even bother to say it.  Pilate asks Jesus what is truth - is it what Plato said, or Maimonides, or Aquinas, or Tillich...and what Jesus hits Pilate over the head with is Pilate himself.  Jesus just stands there in silence in a way that throws Pilate back on his own silence, the truth of himself."

Saturday, 9 July 2016


                                                                                          William Wordsworth

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Friday, 8 July 2016


...everyone else is already taken.
(Oscar Wilde)

I can't remember exactly where I took this photograph of work on a quilt, but it was in an exhibition somewhere in Scotland.

Thursday, 7 July 2016


To hold this little book in your hands is to imagine you are holding a beautiful poetry book and indeed, the writing looks and reads like a collection of poetry but, it is very much a novel.

There are three voices in the book, the father, his two young sons and the crow who moves in to the home until he is no longer needed.

Buy it and treasure this jewel.

Wednesday, 6 July 2016


In the middle of this book and loving it.  The principal character was born around the same year as I (1951), and the book chronicles her life from childhood to middle-age.  The chapters are like mini essays with the 'happenings' of the particular period finished at the end with a poignant observation about her thoughts on looking back at that particular period.  She captures the essence of the periods she writes about.  "Listen to this David!" and I read him a passage.  "Wasn't it just like that?"...

"...People forget that in 1966 there were still bomb sites:  it took a long time to stitch back together that fabric of our cities ripped open by the war - or rather, not to stitch it back at all, but to tear the fabric out and throw it away and put something different in its place...Sometimes I'm nostalgic now for that old intricate decay, as if it was a vanished subtler style, overlaid by the banality of making over and smartening up that came later.  My mother never was nostalgic.  She got out the minute she had the chance..."

An edit to this post...

There was a note at the end of this book which said that two of the chapters had been published by the New Yorker as short stories, something I picked up while reading - a certain completeness about the chapters.

Monday, 4 July 2016


Finished this flannel quilt recently.  It's been lying in a box for years as I felt it was a bit small and didn't have much material left that matched to make it bigger.  Anyhoo, dug out what I had and with a bit of playing around, managed to get enough bibs and bobs to put two more rows on the bottom and side.

Took up to Robyn's to tack it for quilting and she suggested tying it, which we proceeded to do.  All that was left for me to do was come home, go through the scraps and get enough to make the binding.

David loves it!  When I'm sitting quilting in the evening, he puts on his beanie and drapes the quilt around his shoulders.  Because I'm covered in a heavy quilt, quilting, I get a bit hot and turn off the heating!

Saturday, 2 July 2016