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Bloody Blogger
I am very much afraid that I will no longer be blogging. I use a small notebook laptop and cannot see all the post page layout.
I am not against change, so long as it is for the better. I do hate it when change is imposed upon me and I am left to deal with the consequences!
Maybe the headcold that is blighting my days at present, doesn't help. Anyway, goodbye for now. I just don't have the patience...
I am not against change, so long as it is for the better. I do hate it when change is imposed upon me and I am left to deal with the consequences!
Maybe the headcold that is blighting my days at present, doesn't help. Anyway, goodbye for now. I just don't have the patience...
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'Afternoon sunlight on the red chair'
In the room with the red chair,
sunlight slants through the window.
A moment for the old chair to glow.
sunlight slants through the window.
A moment for the old chair to glow.
And I wait just to see.
262
Magpie Alert.
They're flying in under cover of the trees.
'Adjusting sonic detection devices to forward position.
Message received and understood. Preparing to give chase.'
261
'Waiting for the green light'
Modern road construction is not known for inducing humour. However, waiting for the traffic lights to change, I felt a smile coming on here. I see stylised native flowers in that paint work. The curving street lamps on the bridge add to the quirky effect.
260
'Sweeping the path'
I made this path.
I made this path.
Today, while sweeping it
I saw moss on stones
and dappled sunlight.
Angle of the sun
and a curving path.
The right moment,
just waiting
for me to
find
it.
256
A good sleep last night,
the last for several nights to come.
Early morning, sitting at my desk.
A cool breeze through the open door
whispers around my right shoulder.
Later the wind will be easterly and hot,
but in this moment I take delight in my
chilled right shoulder.
A week to come of hot nights and searing days.
I will crave the deep green hedgerows,
rain, mist and cold white snow of where once I lived.
the last for several nights to come.
Early morning, sitting at my desk.
A cool breeze through the open door
whispers around my right shoulder.
Later the wind will be easterly and hot,
but in this moment I take delight in my
chilled right shoulder.
A week to come of hot nights and searing days.
I will crave the deep green hedgerows,
rain, mist and cold white snow of where once I lived.
254
Leaf
I am sick of bloody leaves. I have raked and bagged and raked again. They are a fire risk, so I am out in our half acre every day filling huge 295 litre leaf sacks, which Alchemist takes to the tip at the weekends. The Shire (council) then shred the leaves and local residents buy the mulch to spread on their gardens!
I have lost my Zen and the art of garden maintenance, but did notice this leaf. I was merciful and let it stay.
253
Morning
Bedroom window open.
Bedroom window open.
Looking through,
I watch for his return.
I watch for his return.
He walked with Dog today,
so I wait for both
to stroll back down the road.
A magpie splashes in the bird bath,
Leaves drift down from trees.
A good moment
to just
sit.
sit.
Ah, here they come...
251
Dusk
From the kitchen window.
The weather is warming up in Australia, so I close all curtains during the day. Our house remains cool and the air conditioner dormant. As the temperature drops I open curtains, windows and doors again, allowing cross breezes to air the house. Tonight, I was greeted by a pink sky, trees in silhouette and the laughter of Kookaburras. (click on link to see and hear these birds).
248
Books and pictures
Every book read and in most cases read again.
Only one defeated me. I surrendered after two chapters.
247
The essence of ordinary things
- Elastic bands from the mail, on a hook in the pantry door.
- Chalk for the shopping list blackboard, by the ceramic water filter.
- Library books, on the little shelf under the rock and fossil collection.
- Reminder notes, on the kitchen counter.
- Dog leads, on the 'dog tail' hook by the front door.
- Hats for the summer, by the back door, front door and in the ute.
- Swimming things in the french basket.
- Incense sticks in the wooden jewellery box Pop made me in 1967.
- Silver rings in the abalone shell that P. bought back from NZ.
- Hand cream, kitchen window sill and the coffee table drawer.
- Earrings in woven baskets on a shelf in the bathroom.
- Precious (to me) jewellery in a marquetry tea box from J.
- Love letters, in a printer paper box, hidden away.
- Pencils in the green hand thrown pot made by P.
- Reading glasses, shoulder bag and bedside chair.
- Three silver beans in small pale blue felt bags.
- Computor cables that 'nest' in corners.
- Letters to be answered, in the green ceramic bowl.
- Candles in a small three drawer chest from Japan.
- Bills under the tiny pestle and mortar from H.
- Nan's art deco tea service in the crystal cabinet.
- Shopping bags in an old basket in the kitchen.
- Sewing projects in a linen bag hanging on my armchair.
- Books on shelves.
- Walking boots, next to the dog bed in the hall.
- Magazines to keep, in a box my my desk.
- Loose leaf tea in small japanese canisters in the pantry.
- Garden shoes by the backdoor.
- Rock and pebble collections on a shelf under the mirror.
246
Here I am testing out my new bed cover. Shewhofeedsme made it. I bet She thinks I won't get up on her lap anymore. Excuse me while I take a minute to ponder on that...
244
He knew I would dismantle the bouquet,
I could hear his smile as he spoke on the telephone.
A ginger beer bottle of gum leaves on the window sill,
A ginger beer bottle of gum leaves on the window sill,
a rusting tin of wattle on the kitchen counter,
an old Bovril jar of waratahs and a protea
on the coffee table.
on the coffee table.
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