"Yea I am bushed, cant even get any peace and quiet in amongst the Roses here in New Farm Park. Curious people keep coming to look at the roses and then SURPRISE they see us - well I am totally fed up now so am having a sit down. Hard isnt it being on your feet all day and mine are extra long and support me well - but boy do I get tired. No wonder I am in such a foul mood."
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Monday, 4 July 2022
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Thursday, 30 June 2022
Roe V Wade
A monumental week in America when Roe v Wade was simply cast out by the Supreme Court and the fate of American women's healthcare took a nose dive. No longer are they free to make their own choices about their bodies and to plan their own lives. People around the world have been rightly appalled by this backward move and many have come out to share their own stories of sexual healthcare and legitimate abortions.
Tuesday, 21 June 2022
Winter Solstice Walk 21st June 2022
Longest night and shortest day in the Antipodes today and the light beckons me. The air is fresh and the sun so very bright. Warmer out than in, greens popping, snakes snoozing, nature subdued but always able to surprise, shades and sunlight slice the day and that blue sky, that blue sky is just my heaven on this earth I walk with careful care.
Wednesday, 15 June 2022
Sharing is caring
I share literature, puzzles and games with my little girl and many craft stuff. She knows I love nature so she shares what she notices around her. I cannot tell you how much I appreciate this balance in our relationship. Yesterday it was Jewel bugs having fun on a tree and some months ago it was the eggs of a bush stone curlew that she shared with me. I was so excited to see them.
Thursday, 9 June 2022
Blue Skies - but turning Maroon
Monday, 6 June 2022
Back to my Aussie life
A new week begins and my Aussie life has taken up where it left off a while back. I marvel at the avos that have grown to a super size in our absence and how green everything is looking. I take a different route home today from Reading Radio and pass an electricity box with a beautiful message.
Monday, 30 May 2022
Jet Lag
Why is it called that ? I do know the answer, but surely it should be known as Bed Lag as that is where it manifests. After the last episodes of Ozark which were exciting, we head to bed around midnight. Both at the same time. I thought it would reduce the chance of one waking the other. Well, forget that theory.
The radio goes on and we listen to a biopic of the Queen and her diplomatic skills. The radio can be soporific. Not this time. It was followed by a long programme of why Liverpool fans did not gain fair entry into the game with Real Madrid. My diplomatic skills desert me entirely and I demanded it is turned off. That is foolish too. A silence ensues which was deafening between us. We lie there, eyes closed, minds whirring, sheets shuffling, barely breathing, following every gulp, clearing of throat, sigh, deep ones at that. Our stomachs gurgle, one of us breaks wind, we dare not swallow again. My mind writes reams of passages which I will promptly forget, I go over the week twice, menus once, remember all the things I had forgotten during the day. Meditation? - forgetaboutit.
I adopt the form and skills of an Egyptian mummy, complete with crossed arms and lie motionless. The pitter patter of purposeful possums reminds us that in our misery we are not alone. Several scenarios play out - a frenetic chase over the tin roof, a desire for a sexual encounter as a male sits literally outside our window uttering deep gutteral "come hither" to a female who I suspect is looking for a wire to escape onto. And another noisily eating something very crunchy, the crunch amplified massively in our sorry state. In desperation I think the radio might be the answer again. A sports programme is on and I hear all about Flo -Jo. Did you know she died young ? At that point the bush stone curlews emit ear piercing cries and I am ready to fling myself off the roof with the possums. The night interminable, but then, then, we are woken by an early call and I realise I must have slept for at least an hour as I missed the kookaburras dawn chorus. It doesn't matter because I am rewarded with a visit from Dennis and Doreen. Bleary eyed I am so happy to see them. I chat to them and tell me that I know tonight will be better.