Saturday, March 21, 2015

By The Steps of St. Paul's ...

By The Steps Of St. Paul's from Leilani Holmes on Vimeo.

A contemporary Silent Film About Finding Romance.

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Monday, March 9, 2015

Autumn Light

My patio rose on the kitchen window sill in yesterday afternoon's Autumn light. This rose is unusual in that it produces flowers with different shades of colour, from a deeper apricot pink (see image January 27, 2015) to this golden beauty. If I leave the flowers on the plant they will fade to white.
Note the damage to my insect screen from the native Sulphur Crested Cockatoos.


The same rose in this morning's soft Autumn light. The temperature earlier today was cool and fresh but now the day has warmed, it is very hot in the sun, around 30 degrees Celsius. Summer days are reluctant to leave.
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Tuesday, March 3, 2015

I am home from hospital ...


Thank you everyone for all of your kind wishes which you have left at my two previous posts... for your best wishes for the surgery and for my health. Also to those of you who have kindly e-mailed me and sent images of beautiful flowers to cheer me, they were very much appreciated.
I am home but still in quite a lot of pain, moving and breathing hurts. My operation, a Cholecystectomy (surgical removal of the gallbladder) and Intraoperative Cholangiogram was performed using Laparoscopic surgery, so I have quite a few wounds. Thank goodness my heart behaved itself during the surgery. The only unforeseen complication was the size of my enlarged gallbladder which was reluctant to come out and the fact that it was gangrenous. I am so fortunate that it was removed when it was otherwise the outcome could have been a lot worse. I have been sent home on some very strong antibiotics. I have to see my doctor again later today to check on my progress and healing.
I will come and visit your blogs when I am feeling a lot more energetic.

Love to all, Dianne
xoxoxo   ♥

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Saturday, February 14, 2015

I call out to you ...



I call out to you
You who were once my friend
Now it is I who need your help
But still you say no words to me
I have not seen you
Have you forgotten me?
I don’t ask much of you
Just a little of your strength
Would you catch me if I fell?
For I have stumbled and fallen.
It would light my world
In seeing your words… or
Knowing that you are still there
In the deep blue of my night sky
Or in the colours of my sunrise
As it shimmers on the horizon
Painting the sky with golden light
Sweeping the night away
Hoping you are there once more
Watching over me
At the edge of my world…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥
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Sunday, February 8, 2015

To say hello and explain my abscence

Sorry I haven't been around to visit your blogs or reply to your comments, I had a bad fall last Thursday week and did quite a lot of damage, That is not the worst of my problems, I have been in hospital since last Wednesday with a nasty infection in my pancreas and gall bladder stones. I am being stabilised with antibiotics and when I have the all clear from the Cardiology team I will be having surgery. I hope to be back soon as I am missing my blog, home and all of my blog friends.

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Where the Desert meets the Sea ...


The soft muted blue of the sky at dusk
Is soon streaked with a blaze of colours
Hues of purple, orange and red
As the sun sets over the sea
I stand at the water’s edge
This oasis at the desert’s edge
The sand is wet and cool
As little ripples of foam
Wash over my feet
And tickle as they rush back to the sea
The soft breeze that whispers
In the trees at evening
Carries with it the scent of flowers
And the salt of the sea
It caresses my face
And blows my hair about
Blowing the sheer fabric
Of my gown tightly against my skin
Then blowing the fabric around
Like the sails of a ship at sea
I look to the dark sky
It is now the deepest of blue
Punctuated with a myriad
Of sparkling stars
The silver moonlight
Lights my way as I walk
Along the sandy shore
And through the perfumed flowers
Of the tropical sea-side garden
I return to my room on the beach
Through the light drapes
Either side of the open door
Moving like sails in the sea breeze
As I lay on the bed
In the moonlight
Drifting in and out of slumber
Recalling the events of the day
Remembering the golden sand
The heat of the sun
The scents of the day
Remembering the cool of the water
As it enveloped my body
So clear and fresh, the colour of aqua
As I swam, so cool, rippling against my skin
Salty water and tiny bubbles
Such a liberating feeling of weightlessness
Soon I drift off to sleep
Listening to the waves
As they gently ebb and flow
The song of the waves
As they softly lap the sandy shore…

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

Tuesday, January 27, 2015

Sunday's Rose


A rose petite
Fresh and sweet
Petals soft to the touch
A scent so heavenly
Delicate but crisp
So fragrant for its dainty size...

A 'patio' rose, name unknown which I rescued from the neglected and dying plants at the supermarket. It is amazing what some water and a little care will achieve, the plant is healthy now and flowers profusely.

Prose - Dianne Dawes ...♥