Week 52: Something Abandoned

Kind of a fitting topic for this week, because we’ve come to the end of our year-long challenge. After today there will be no new posts – this blog will be more or less abandoned.

This challenge has been both frustrating and fun. It could be frustrating to come up with a topic for our picture taking, and also to find the right photo opportunity for the week’s topic. But it was also fun trying to come up with something different or surprising.

All in all I think we did pretty good with this challenge. Now it’s time to pass the baton. Why don’t you give it a try?

Debby

I have a tendency to get bored with a project and set it aside as my interest moves on to something new.

I’ve tried to go back and get those abandoned jobs finished as they take up room and are a depressing reminder that I leave things unfinished

These granny squares have taken up space in this drawer for more than five years. All I need to do is figure out the colour layout and sew them together.

One day, one day...lol...when I’m bored and have nothing else to do.

Carol

This is a picture of the “Shame of Cobourg.” This abandoned building was once a majestic home with acreage that went from King Street all the way to the shore of Lake Ontario. Designed by the same architect that designed our iconic town hall, it went from being a family home to a private hospital and finally it was abandoned by everyone.

It changed hands several times and there is some question of who actually owns it at this point. But that hasn’t stopped the town from turning a blind eye to what’s happening to it now – demolition by neglect. Because it’s designated a heritage building it can’t just be torn down, but once it falls in on itself . . .

I hope before that happens I win the lottery.

Week 51: Signs of Spring

Debby

A sure sign of spring...the end of the hockey season. I took this photo of the arena after my grandson’s game.

It was do or die. Last game of the playoffs unless they pulled off a win. End of regular play and a 6-6 tie. Ten minutes of overtime. A very tense ten minutes for sure. Thirty seconds to go, coach pulled the goalie and with 19 seconds left to play the opposing team scored the winner on an empty net. Those little guys played their hearts out and should be proud of their effort.

Carol

To me spring is represented by buds on the trees or flowers poking up through the snow in the gardens. Unfortunately, there was no sign of any of this when I went looking.

However, I lucked out because it’s March Break, and one of the activities the granddaughter and I participated in this week was a trip to the sugar bush with friends of hers. If the sap is running it must be spring!

This is a big pot of sap being rendered into syrup. Mmm, mmm, good!

Week 50: Something Snow Related (and then we’re done with winter!)

Debby

Snow and more snow. Two to four centimetres my ass.

Enough is enough. Mild and rainy on Sunday. Unbelievable.

Carol

I’ve been wanting to get a picture of the ice on the lake all winter. It was sunny when I finally braved the cold to go down there, but wouldn’t you know the second I got out of the car the clouds rolled in and it started to snow!

I think the ducks and geese are as sick of the winter as I am.

Week 49: Let’s See Some Colour!

Debby

Adult colouring books are very popular. They are said to be calming and I have quite a few. As they were gifts I wonder that friends and family think I’m stressed. They most likely believe I would enjoy the designs and colour.

I am not stressed people (lol). I have medication for that.

Carol

This winter has dragged on for so long, and most of it has been grey. I was hoping for some colour to the landscape, like bright yellow daffodils against a backdrop of white snow, but apparently the daffodils aren’t crazy. They’re staying put under ground until the snow is gone.

So instead I give you the bouquet of flowers my hubby gave me for Valentine’s Day. It may be looking a little ragged around the edges, but they’re still colourful enough to brighten up the gloomiest of days.

Week 48: “Rain, no snow, no rain. Mother Nature make up your mind.”

Debby

Weather warning. Snow followed by freezing rain followed by rain when temperatures rise above freezing. I think Mother Nature needs a holiday. How is one to adjust to all these extremes. My photo is from out back of my place. It’s snowing though it’s not real apparent except for the heavy looking white sky.

Carol

I swear, I can’t remember ever having such an up and down winter. In the space of five days we went from a wind chill warning, to a freezing rain warning, to an extreme wind warning. It seems like every time I go to the weather network site there’s a new red banner warning of extreme weather. Enough is enough!

Yes, I did take a picture of the weather network website. And yes, there was a banner at the top of the page, warning about freezing rain on the way.

Week 47: Inside Out

Debby

Inside out...my first thought was laundry and how I curse myself when I let clothes go in the wash inside out. Makes the folding more difficult.

So then I thought of book covers. How much fun to reverse all my book covers and start a reread with no idea what that book might be. Takes away all that reading according to mood.

And yes, Carol, these are my books from my bookshelf. Not one in a brown wrapper to hide the ‘forbidden’ content. LOL

Carol

I don’t know what I was thinking when I picked this week’s topic, I really don’t. I must have been wearing my hoodie that has seams and raw edges on the right side so it looks like you’re wearing it inside out. *shrugs*

In any case, here’s a picture of one of my potted plants that got left behind when I was moving plants back into the house in the fall. It grew so much there just wasn’t any room for it. I guess that makes it a case of a little bit of the inside being left out.

Week 46: Do You Know What This Is?

Debby

I was finishing a crocheted hat for my granddaughter, just needed to weave the ends of yarn in. I asked her to hand me the darning needle. She was surprised at how big the needle was and I explained it was used for darning. Of course the next question was “What is darning?”

I may be old, but I know what darning is, and will admit it’s not something I ever learned to do.

How times change. I too toss out socks when they have a hole. Another sign of the times. I match up the remaining sock with the one left over after the dryer ate its mate. There’s a reason I buy them in multi packs of the same colour.

Carol

Throughout the week I keep my eye peeled for something that might be hard to identify, but given the weather was either super cold, or super wet, I really didn’t get out much. Nor could I really find something around the house, other than an old rotary phone.

Of course after Debby showed me her picture I realized I had a couple of things that might not be easily recognized, like a tatting shuttle or a button hook. And for the record, I do know how to darn, but it’s really only worth the trouble on wool socks.

At any rate, I’d already chosen a picture of my granddaughter’s latest gift to me and saw no point in changing. I feel sorry for the people who have never had kids, or grandkids, because they’ve never known the joy of trying to figure out “what is it” when it comes to home made gifts. For the record, this was a dragon she made me in preschool, because she knows I love dragons and they were celebrating the Chinese New Year.