Monday, 31 December 2007
Down in the city tonight the big fireworks will be on show. We chose to spend a quiet night at home this year.
Photo: Near Cataract Falls, South Lawson
Sunday, 30 December 2007
Photo: Junction Falls, South Lawson
Saturday, 29 December 2007
Friday, 28 December 2007
Thursday, 27 December 2007
In the evening the great grey clouds gathered again, lightning slashed the sky and huge buckets of rain pelted down. Then darkness descended. The power was off for hours (hence this late posting).
Wednesday, 26 December 2007
Tuesday, 25 December 2007
Monday, 24 December 2007
Sunday, 23 December 2007
Words to walk with
The Snail by Charles Lamb
The frugal snail, with fore-cast of repose,
Carries his house with him, where'er he goes;
Peeps out--and if there comes a shower of rain,
Retreats to his small domicile amain.
Touch but a tip of him, a horn--'tis well--
He curls up in his sanctuary shell.
He's his own landlord, his own tenant; stay
Long as he will, he dreads no Quarter Day.
Himself he boards and lodges; both invites,
And feasts, himself; sleeps with himself o' nights.
He spares the upholsterer trouble to procure
Chattels; himself is his own furniture,
And his sole riches. Wheresoe'er he roam--
Knock when you will--he's sure to be at home."
Saturday, 22 December 2007
Friday, 21 December 2007
Words to walk with:
Michael is an archangel, as is Gabriel who foretold Jesus birth to Mary. Even though there are a whole host of angels these are the only two named in the Bible other than Lucifer (Satan).
Thursday, 20 December 2007
Wednesday, 19 December 2007
Tuesday, 18 December 2007
Photo: Railway fence, Lawson
Words to walk with:
To Sleep by William Wordsworth
"A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;
I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth:
So do not let me wear tonight away:
Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!"
Monday, 17 December 2007
Photo: Grevillia laurifolia
Sunday, 16 December 2007
Saturday, 15 December 2007
Rainbow Lorikeets squabbled over the bounty of not-yet-ripe plums in the neighbours garden. Wattle birds cruised elegantly from tree to tree. Bower birds bounced from branch to branch, making merry noises. An Eastern Spinebill twittered as it flitted in the low bushes. A pair of King Parrots whistled from the tree ferns. A magpie sat silently on a branch eyeing the emerald green scene lit by the flutter of butterflies -- shimmering white, pearl grey and burnt orange. What a privilege to have such beautiful creatures to share the joy of a sunny day.
Friday, 14 December 2007
Thursday, 13 December 2007
Wednesday, 12 December 2007
Tuesday, 11 December 2007
Photo: Fringe-Lily, Thysanotus tuberosus
Monday, 10 December 2007
(not a native plant)
Yesterday we drove to the rhododenron garden in Blackheath. We knew it would be too late to catch the spring flower display but it is a pleasant garden anyway, an interesting mix of exotic trees sitting comfortably within a bush setting. The few bushes still in red flower were a nice reminder of the festive season.
"Dashing through the snow
Sunday, 9 December 2007
Saturday, 8 December 2007
Friday, 7 December 2007
Thursday, 6 December 2007
Photo: Callicoma serratifolia, North Lawson ParkThey actually look prettier in the photo than in real life.
Wednesday, 5 December 2007
Tuesday, 4 December 2007
Monday, 3 December 2007
Photo: Daisy-leaved Goodenia
Sunday, 2 December 2007
Photo: Hydrangeas, my garden (not a native plant)
I woke up chilly this morning and decided -- I'm fed up with this, I am going to turn on the central heating to take the ice from the air and make getting out of bed to make our regular Sunday morning cooked breakfast more pleasant. I forgot of course that our power circuit was still on the blink so there was no switch to ignite the gas furnace. Then the penny dropped, that was the one pesky appliance we had forgotten to unplug in our mission to find the fault. Hey presto life is back to normal, the tele works, my computer works, the toaster works. I suddenly feel cheerful again, even though is still grey and damp outside.Words to walk with:
I am going to leave the summer poems until it actually feels like summer!
Saturday, 1 December 2007
Words to walk with:
From The Waterfall by Henry Vaughan
"With what deep murmurs through time’s silent stealth
Doth thy transparent, cool, and watery wealth
Here flowing fall,
And chide and call,
As if his liquid loose retinue stayed
Lingering, and were of this steep place afraid,
The common pass
Where, clear as glass,
All must descend
Not to an end ;
But quickened by this deep and rocky grave,
Rise to a longer course more bright and brave."