Weekend Theme


I know it’s not quite Friday yet, but I have an early start tomorrow.

For some it’s supposed to be spring. With it’s usual teenage hormonal rampages it seems to have been erratic in the extreme.

For us in this hemisphere (it’s actually the upper one – I’ll explain when asked), it is of course autumn. Days of mellow mildness, mixed with days of grey and rain, chilly with the memory of winter.

OnFacebook, there has been a lot of friendly rivalary between the gang of friends in Johannesburg, and those in Cape Town over who is having the best weather this autumn.  Sharing pictures of wonderful or dreadful weather, just to boast about how good/bad our weather is. We all met online, blogging, and have since become real friends as well as online friends.

All of this meandering around the weather actually does have a point. Sunshine! The difference between those pictures of ‘wonderful’ and ‘dreadful’. Its presence or absence making us happy or depressed.

Therefore the theme this weekend is

SUNSHINE

As usual, create a post, words, pictures, sound – whatever you like, using the theme. Then come back to this post and leave a message with a link to your post so we can all go round and see how different people are, using the same starting point.

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35 thoughts on “Weekend Theme

  1. made me think of keats poem ‘season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, close bosom friend of the receding sun’.. (or something like that!)
    the sunshine has departed from here again damnit

  2. I have always loved autumn, that lovely hint of chill in the early mornings.
    Pussycat is coming up here shortly and we were wondering about a mini-MOB. She suggested Montecasino and I suggested Northgate for a brunch. Would you be interested and, if so, could you liaise with Cin on our behalf? The ARK also showed interest. If you can think of anyone else please let us know.

      1. I do, maybe, understand if she wants to keep to herself for a while. I know whenever I was going through a hard time, being the last days of my marriage or the ‘thing’ with my leg I also burrowed away from everyone ’til I felt strong again.

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