A poem for Autumn

As morning emerges, magpies carol. Softly. Carried over stillness. In the earth worms move restlessly. Slowing. The winter approaches. These things unseen, sensed from within, accepted. With gratitude. With reverence.

A Chat Over the Fence

Sometimes, when time permits, I get to have a bit of a chat with our neighbour. Sadly I am often too pressed for time to get a job done and cannot really settle into a good, decent conversation. Today for instance I wanted to finish some concreting and move the large pile of brickies sand … Continue reading A Chat Over the Fence →

Gran’s Overnight Palm Garden

Gran went on an outing today. As Mrs PP chauffeured Gran through the countryside, Gran spied some palm trees. "Palms. I hate palms." Gran hissed. "OK." said Mrs PP. "Why don't you like palms?" "They're prickly. And you've gone and planted two palms outside of my house! I much preferred the lovely bushes that were … Continue reading Gran’s Overnight Palm Garden →

A New Bird: Spotted Pardalote

It's 1:30 am and Gran is talking in her sleep. "Don't do that Jenny!" she hisses sternly. Soon enough she shifts pitch and her voice is sounding anxious and moving from muffled mumbling to clear and raised and alarmed. I've already got up once to turn the light on and try and wake her up. … Continue reading A New Bird: Spotted Pardalote →

Chicken Yard Progress, kind of. . .

At present, whatever way I look at the garden, it's all hinging on the chook yard. I appear to have worked myself into a 'corner'. I think it's a good corner, but a bit annoying nonetheless. I can only hope that it will force me to focus on the job at hand. Before I can … Continue reading Chicken Yard Progress, kind of. . . →