I have been rather quiet over the last few months living my ordinary life in extraordinary times. Ordinary does not mean dull or insignificant. Such is life in these days of extremes. I have spent an inordinate amount of time at my special place, ie. home. It might not be perfect, posh or pristine, but it has everything we need. Every window has a view of the garden and its inhabitants.
The expression says it all. The crested pigeon is crestfallen (groan).
I take great comfort in the little native grassland garden that I am attempting to establish in the dead zone out front. I also enjoy fossicking at the native plant nursery so that too gets me out of the house.
The Australian Botanic Gardens (Canberra) is another of my most favourite places. Check out this odd little critter I saw there!
Curious and curiouser.
Perhaps I should wrap this up? [This is your chance to scroll quickly.]
There’s an end in sight (very old photo).
Bet you didn’t expect that.
About the photos:
The photos of the raven and the dragonfly were taken by my True Love. The remainder were taken by me. It was very dramatic when the spider caught the cabbage moth. My heart was racing.