My Garden ~ a Kiwi's take on life

Life is a lot like a garden

I Sympathise with Players Who Wish They Could Use a Wordfinder in Scrabble

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Still puzzled? Let’s go back to those seven Scrabble tiles on the player’s rack I posted yesterday.

Tile rack

Player had these seven tiles on her tile rack. There is an 8-letter word that can be played using all these tiles.

It can be hard to think of a 7-letter word using only one vowel let alone making an 8-letter word using a tile already on the board. If you got it, 333 ‘well dones’.  In competitive tournament games, it is not easy to think of such a word when the timer is ticking down the minutes during a game. However, this was a friendly club game and there was still the pressure to think of a word before the bell rang. For many players, it is hard not to be able to use a word checker. I can sympathise.

Scrabble Game

Pretzels. Word was played across two premium triple-word squares to score 333 points.

Author: Jenny

My garden is where I lose myself, or as Himself likes to tell others, I lose either my coffee mug or wine glass. Well at least I put them on a gatepost so they are easily found. As I see it, we are here on this place to respect and to preserve nature, not to develop the land. I love how the totara trees stand in silent witness to our human activity. They keep me honest. I love to wander along the stream bank. I like being able to grow fruit and vegetables. I enjoy green open space. My son challenged me to write a blog using my garden diaries to start. Writing a blog is quite different to my diary scribblings. It is for a different audience. In every post, I have to make a conscious effort to get free of an academic style of writing. I write about things I know and do in my everyday life. I am not a photographer but the images I use are taken by me. I believe this adds veracity to my voice in each post. Learning to setup and to manage a blog has been a major effort and remains a work in progress. Who knows where this will lead. Himself and I thought we had retired, about to define this older phase of our life together. But family commitments continue. As it happens, I share this place with Himself, son and grandsons and living creatures who live charmed existences. I watch on as they serve as actors weaving their ways across the stage of daily life. Shakespeare wrote in As You Like It: All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; Always, there's something to write about life lived as I know it.

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