Thursday, 2 January 2014

New Year's Day 2014

I can't believe that an entire day has gone by in the new year already.
As is the norm, my good friends celebrate with a luncheon every new year's day, and I am invited to attend....however, I can't show up without taking a delicious dessert or two.

The drive over to the south coast where they live is always a nice scenic one, and I thought I would show you some photos of the coastline area in their neighbourhood.
So here goes.

I pulled off on to a grass verge high above the cliff, where folks were fishing and picnicing and having a good time.


Not sure if they were catching any fish, but still a nice way to while away the afternoon.

I caught sight of many heads bobbing in the water.....swimmers and paddleboarders as well.

Sitting under a coconut tree relaxing and fishing...what more could you ask for?


Rock crevasses along the shore





It was very windy, and I had to make sure I was not swept off the cliff.......
.....on to the jagged rocks below

Across the bay, on the popular Miami beach, a host of folks enjoying themselves as well.

Puffy "marshmallow" clouds floating across the sky.

 The New Year's Day "gang" includes my friends from back-in-the day partying days.  We have  a ton of fun eating/drinking, chatting, reminiscing and listening to the old vibes from our day.
The host and hostess are the chief chefs, and others like myself contribute a dish to the meal as well.

 This year I made a Pina Colada cake with bits of candy cane in the topping, and also a "lick-me-down" RUM and raisin bread pudding. Once again I was teased about eating my liquor and claiming not to drink hard liquor....why don't they leave me alone?

 

I enjoyed the camaraderie of my friends, who are really like family, and I always ponder why we only get together this one time of the year. This year we were missing two of our own....life changes circumstances at the blink of an eye.
Throughout the evening, I enjoyed inhaling the scent of fresh pine needles from the beautifully decorated Christmas tree.

"Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?"........not in this family of friends.


Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Happy New Year 2014!!!

Wishing everyone the best of everything for 2014.
May you be blessed with wealth, health and all the happiness that you desire, and may the new year bring you peace.

Monday, 30 December 2013

The fight of a lifetime

Many of us gardeners think we can make unruly plants behave in our gardens.
"We've got it under control," we tell ourselves.
Really, who are we trying to fool?
Me for instance, a few years ago decided I was going to "control" a cardboard palm   (Zamia furfuracea) in a pot.
Crazy......I know that now.
Recently, I had noticed a slight hairline crack in the pot, and knew that the time had come to tackle the palm removal process.
Cardboard palm in my beautiful fish scale clay pot.
 To begin the Battle Royale, I gathered my artillery of choice......

.......and let out a cry. "Let's get ready to rumble!!"
And so it started.  The biggest fight of my gardening lifetime.  Even when I fought with the removal of some ficus and pittosporum shrubs it was not like this.


This was on the first evening.  I watered the plant thoroughly in the pot until it almost overflowed.
After the water had flowed out of the pot, I trimmed a few leaves off. The leaves have sharp spines that can stick you very hard if you're not careful.


Tied the leaves together as best as I could, and then got to work at removing the plant.

This plant was having none of it.  It resisted and fought back with a vengeance.

It was slow going.  I was removing soil and rocking the palm from side to side and it was giving a little (probably teasing me), and when I thought I could try tugging it out...it refused to budge.
It was hanging on for dear life and not letting go of its comfy home.
I spent the rest of the evening removing soil from the pot and avoiding the sharp spines.
It was getting late and I knew I had to call it a day....I was not pleased....being outwitted by my opponent did not go down well with me.

Early the following morning after a good night's rest, I was at it again.
By Round Four, I was sweaty and weary.
The huge trunk had grown almost to the bottom of the pot, and it was necessary to use a very sharp knife to sever the last stronghold.
Wielding the knife and driving it straight down into the trunk root, it held on for dear life while I sliced and sliced until that monstrosity came loose at last.
 DING!!!  DING!!!  DING!!!  DING!!
The final bell.....my opponent TKO'ed.

I decided to plant a lovely little button fern in its place. However, I would first place it inside a plastic pot, and then insert it into the clay pot.

This way I would be able to control it better.  I have no idea why I didn't do this in the first place, since all my other clay pots have plastic pot inserts where the plants are placed.

The newbie in my fish scale clay pot....it should be happy there.


I ended up with a large pot of soil, which will be mixed with fertilizer to fill around the roots of the crotons later.
 Guess who was keeping an eye on the proceedings from the shade of the patio?

He doesn't look too pleased...I was spending a long time fighting with a plant when I could have been spending time with him.  
Don't worry, I made it up to him afterwards.

Saturday, 28 December 2013

I had a mouse in the house

Smart little bugger he was too.

He had been throwing his weight around upstairs for a little while.  Ignoring the mouse traps all laid out for him with mousy delicacies.


In the blink of an eye, plantains freshly purchased from the store were given a taste before they could be put away.

Taking a six for a nine he was.

This mouse was smart....VERY smart.  He knew how to avoid being caught.  He knew all about traps and bait it seemed.  He knew that they could prove to be his demise.


Not a nibble of the cheese nor the said plantain pieces that I placed on the traps were taken.  Yes, I said traps....there were five of them to catch the "cute little mouse."  (Not my words.)


My girlfriend advised me that a local company sold tasty banana glue board traps.  Called the company up to get a price, and then set off to buy a few.  Arrived there to be told that they were out of stock.  Why could I not be informed of this while I was making my inquiry, I have no idea.
Back home to ponder the problem.
Maybe I should borrow my neighbour's cat to come by and take care of the critter.


I went online to google how to catch a smart mouse.....so many options....I had no idea.
Did you know that the mice of today are really smart, and not only I, but also thousands of other folks worldwide are having the same very problem?
All kinds of foods are used in the traps: peanut butter, gravy, chocolate, raisins, cheese etc.
You should wear gloves when setting the traps since the mice could smell the "human-ess" on the traps and avoid them....WOW!!
Peanut butter was the number one food that they loved apparently.  Since I really wanted to get rid of this critter, I mixed up a batch of bait and peanut butter and carefully smeared a few samples on the traps.....and waited.
And nothing......

I could hear him laughing at me from his hiding place. I could hear him singing Elton John's "I'm still standing...yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!"

Okay, time to bring out the big guns.  Back to the hardware store to purchase the new and improved mouse trap.
I kept on hearing the words of a saying in my head, "Build a better mousetrap, and the world will beat a path to your door."
Yeah, I was beating a path to the hardware store's door alright.


The JAWZ modern day reusable mouse trap along with two LARGE sticky traps
Like a surgeon I set both traps meticulously with my gloved hands along the areas that the critter had been observed in the upstairs kitchen....
Still nothing........nada......zip......zilch.
I checked the traps every day hoping to find my quarry, and everyday I tentatively peeped at the traps......but alas.....diddly squat.
I was at my wit's end, and to be honest I had had ENOUGH!!

I went upstairs and had a "cuss out" with Mr. Mouse and told him to "get to stepping" (get going/move on) or else.


My friend CJ over at Rambles from my Chair treats his mice as guests....I can't afford to do that here....they get too cozy and then they bring all their friends and family to live and enjoy the comforts of my home....just ain't happening here.
A few days  after the "cuss out" my nose picked up a scent, and I do believe that he had passed on to mousey heaven at last.
About time!!!
Now to locate the carcass and get a move on with my life.
Yes, about time!!!

Friday, 27 December 2013

Remembering loved ones

Yesterday, Boxing Day was a holiday here. It was also the day when traditionally, I visit and place floral tributes on the graves of my loved ones.
The day was cloudy and quite overcast with the rain clouds holding out and floating by overhead.
I set off from home on my mission of devotion.
First, I visited with Mums, my sweet mother-in-law who passed last year.  She is laid to rest in the churchyard of St. Stephen's Church.


St. Stephen's Church
A few minutes to pause in reflection and place the bouquet of flowers tenderly on her grave site before moving on to my second stop at my brother's grave.  He is buried in the Military Cemetery at Needham's Point, adjacent to the Barbados Hilton Hotel.
After all the rainfall that we had recently, the entrance was partially flooded....however this was not a problem to gain entry.


The Barbados Military Cemetery, also referred to as the Garrison Military Cemetery is located at Carlisle Bay between the Hilton Barbados and St. Ann's Fort, not far from The Garrison Savannah.
The Barbados Military Cemetery is full of history. Just by meandering in and around the graves you learn all kinds of historical facts.

The cemetery came into existence c1780 but the earliest grave that can be identified is dated 1822.
In the old days, this area was all swampland and was the burial ground for the vast number of people on the island who would have died from yellow fever. The dead were usually placed in shallow graves or in some instances left on the surface of the earth where they would soon be absorbed into the swamp within the space of a few days.

In colonial times, Barbados was the headquarters of British military forces in the Caribbean.
The troops were stationed at The Garrison and St.Ann's Fort next door and it became necessary for a cemetery to be erected, hence the military cemetery was built on this spot just west of The Garrison at Needham's Point.

The cemetery contains only a small percentage of those troops who perished while on duty in Barbados.
The site was originally dedicated to the men and families of British Forces, who died serving in Barbados between 1780 and 1906.
The cemetery is well maintained and is still used as a burial ground for those who served with the Commonwealth Armed Forces and members of the Defense Force. 
 
In the early 20th century, a number of the remaining graves were dug up to provide room for the Mobil Oil Refinery storage tanks, which has now ceased its operations here.
The cemetery was neglected for a few years, but was beautifully restored by the Barbados Military Cemetery Association which was founded in 1975.
The Military Cemetery is located within the UNESCO World Heritage Site of Historic Bridgetown and its Garrison environs.  Admission is free but donations are welcomed to aid in its maintenance.

The Memorial Building at the entrance was restored in 1984 and houses information on various military units attached to The Garrison and the locations of the headstones in the cemetery.




The salvaged headstones were placed on a cenotaph, erected in 1920–24.

In 2003, a cenotaph was erected to honour the Barbadian merchant seamen who died in World War II.
 
"1939 -1945"
"To the Enduring Memory of those Barbadian Merchant Seamen who gave their lives in the Second World War."

In 1982 a "Cross of Sacrifice" was erected to honour all the military dead (those who perished in battle but were never found.)
From Wikipedia: "The Cross of Sacrifice was designed by Sir Reginald Blomfield for the Imperial War Graves Commission and is usually present in Commonwealth war cemeteries containing 40 or more graves.  It is normally a freestanding four point limestone Latin cross in one of three sizes ranging in height from 18 to 32 feet. On the face of the cross is a bronze broadsword, blade down. It is usually mounted on an octagonal base.  The Cross represents the faith of the majority of the dead and the sword represents the military character of the cemetery."

A memorial to the Right Excellent Errol Walton Barrow, the first Prime Minister of independent Barbados, who fought in WWII as a pilot with the Royal Air Force.

Errol Walton Barrow, Barbados Flying Officer was enlisted in the RAF in 1940 and flew forty-five operational bombing missions.
He rose to the rank of Flying Officer within a five year period and was appointed personal navigator to the Commander in Chief of the British Zone of occupied Germany, Sir William Sholto Douglas.
I have posted  about him before here.

Headstones and memorial plaques adorn the walled cemetery.

Some of the now defunct oil refinery storage tanks in the background.

The older tombs and graves of the cemetery are askew from the sea water. The location next to the sea (and the old swampland characteristics) results in this occurrence as a result of very high tides and flooding.


"Always Remembered"
On the opposite side of the street from the cemetery is the beautiful Pebbles Beach on Carlisle Bay.

My last stop was to visit my mother's grave.
Coral Ridge Memorial Gardens


The journey is always one of reflection tinged with sadness, but I always find myself comforted with the best memories of the good times we all shared together.

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