Anyway yesterday was the coldest day in Summer for 128 years, and Kumi came dressed for the occasion, or she was getting ready for tomorrow's early flight to very cold Tokyo, and Suman donned another pretty sari for thee evening.
Anyway yesterday was the coldest day in Summer for 128 years, and Kumi came dressed for the occasion, or she was getting ready for tomorrow's early flight to very cold Tokyo, and Suman donned another pretty sari for thee evening.
Paradise Springs Avenue (alongside the Golf Course) will be a picture in a couple of weeks, when they are all in flower.
We want to wish our very close friends and family a wonderful day, would love to be there with you. ENJOY.
This photo above of Alex and his pretty partner, Daniele, arriving via Kombi at the Marriot Resort for St. Micheals College formal, has appeared in the Gold Coast Bulletin Newspaper - Alex's Mum, Sue has just let me know.
Frank with other neighbours - Suman (a retired Dr) was all decked out in her Sari and piles of jewellery - that's the Indian way for weddings - bright colour and lots of gold she says, and her friend Jag who is over from Minnesota for a couple of months, and Connie hiding in the background.
Yuki and Natsuki were enthralled with Kumi's rendition of Ave Maria, as we all were.
and enjoyed a wonderful party - Kumi had done all the catering - loads of fresh seafood and it was just super. Barry had made a huge Aussie trifle for dessert - which was delish.
A well known Jazz pianist took over the baby grande, he was superb accompanying Kumi on some of her new jazz numbers - really magic.
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
by John McCrae, May 1915
*****
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky
The Larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
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We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and wer loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields
*****
Take up our quarrel with the foe;
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields

As usual the Golf Club gave us an impressive entrance - plus a glass of champers.