Tag Archives: love

It’s Our Anniversary!

4 Aug

Lovers of romance take note. 🙂

Today is the fifteenth anniversary of the day that Ron and I met.

It was one of those chance meetings. He was working in the next street and our paths crossed. (Well, actually Ron instigated it. ) 🙂

The rest, as they say, is history…

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Ron and Margaret

Ron and Margaret, now. 🙂

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Are They In Love?

14 Feb
Are they in love?

Are they in love?

As I look at this pair of ducks, I wonder….

Their bonding is so easy to see. They follow each other everywhere.

Are they in love?

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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I Love Ducks!

1 Sep

I love ducks!

In the cuteness  scale, they are hard to beat.

Big or small, wild or tame, ducks have personality, charisma, and infinite charm.

Why else would I grab my camera and start shooting every time I see them in the park?

True, they are not nearly as common there as once they were, yet…

There’s some

Ducks!

Ducks!

thing about them that always wins my heart.

It’s Out: ‘Amelia’s Call’

25 Jun

I’m delighted to announce that my first novella, ‘Amelia’s Call’, has just been released.

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Those of you who are familiar with this blog may remember an earlier post in which I alluded to  a secret project. No prizes for guessing that this is it!

After writing and publishing six collections of Australian Short Stories and Vignettes, and another title about life through the eyes of an Australian baby boomer, I decided it was time to try something different. I’m the first to admit that I’ve never studied the art of writing novellas, and therefore played the entire project by ear.

Will it be well received? Who knows?

Here’s hoping…..

It’s Published: ‘Encore’ !

11 Feb

It’s with great pleasure that I announce the publication of my seventh title: ‘Encore’: a collection of vignettes and Short Stories.

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Many months in the pipeline, it has finally emerged: a brand new ‘baby’, hopefully full of promise.

As its name suggests, ‘Encore’ is a celebration of what has come before it: uplifting stories of love, romance, and life. Certainly, within its pages  there are echoes of its stablemates, both in terms of themes and diversity of characters. In common with all the other volumes, it’s edited by my husband, the organ-builder best known for his massive creation in the Sydney Opera House Concert Hall: Ronald Sharp.

Of its twenty-five stories, my particular favourite is  ‘To The Beautiful Brigitte’:  a story of a relationship fostered by the writing of love-letters in that most romantic of languages, French. There is a twist to this tale which, if revealed at present, would tend to spoil the enjoyment of its readers: so I’ll leave it for your discovery.

If this is your genre, and you like to support Australian writers, then why not check out this brand new release? It will be on sale soon, both as a Kindle edition and in paperback through Amazon.

The Rose: Queen of Flowers

23 Oct

In many circles, roses are regarded as the Queen of Flowers. Notwithstanding their thorns,  some gardeners devote entire beds to them. Older homes, particularly, are likely to have still stunning examples, soldiering on if needs be.

Red roses revel in an exalted status:  immortalized by poets and song-writers. Few other flowers have achieved anything like such a high level of kudos: sadly, some uniquely pretty ones such as snapdragons and phlox seem to have missed out altogether: though daffodils and daisies can hold their heads up high.

But it is, of course, as symbols of love that give

Red rose, symbol of love

Red Roses the edge. Being what it is in the scheme of humanity: a core desire: an ultimate reward for life well lived: the honour of its symbolism is not to be taken lightly.

Don’t you agree that the charm of  red roses makes them worthy of such a tribute?

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The Battle of the Bath

17 Oct

Chicki in the shower

I wonder how many of us have experienced a collision between their elbow and their knee-cap.

My guess is: not many.

So, it is with some alacrity that I report that I, Margaret Sharp, have managed it. And yes, it hurts.

You may wonder how this all came about.

The answer is: Chicki!

Adorable though she is, Chicki’s  fun-loving streak can produce all manner of outcomes.

She has a penchant for turning every activity into a game: or, more correctly, a battle of wits. A battle that she is more than capable of winning!

Today’s episode involved the perennial favourite: bath time. With admirable acuteness, my quick glimpse at her bath towel, and sly positioning of dog shampoo, gave her all the clues she needed. Instantly she summed up the agenda.

And so began the great puppy chase: round and round the house she tore at breakneck speed, pausing now and then to give me hope: then flashing away again. It was during one of these hopeful moments that I made a fateful plan.

Seeing her darting towards me, I bent down in the doorway, hoping to snatch her as she sped past. I should have known better. The only result was the aforementioned contact between my bones as she tore through.

Yes, she won that battle, but she didn’t win the war, for, as usual, I cornered her and snatched her up, and delivered her to the bath.

Once there, her innate desire to please reasserted itself, and once again, she became herself: a model pet.

That is, until her bath-time exuberance re-asserted itself, and, still dripping, she sped again around the house: with myself , towel in hand,  in hot pursuit!

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