Today I have some clandestine photos to share with you, dear Readers. Provided on a need-to-know basis. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. The subjects are well camouflaged.
I recently went on a short walk with my son for the purpose of some online activity. Suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of a bird of prey. “What was that?” I exclaimed. “Oh yeah,” my son said, “two sparrow-hawks nest in those pine trees over there.” To say I was indignant, Ladies and Gentlemen, was a total understatement. I demanded to know why this information had been withheld from me. Was the information top-secret, only to be disclosed to those who ‘need-to-know’? Well, no. He just forgot. Can you really believe that? Read more
In the interests of posting more flower photos and sharing memories, I present to you some rose photos.
I have four lovely rose bushes at my house. All but one was given to us. One by our mum/mum-in-law — a treasured possession. Friends gave us another (Homage to Barbara) when she (the mother-in-law, not the friend) died. Ever practical, like the woman herself, the flower heads just drop off when they are done. Barb would have appreciated the joke. The third rose was also given to us by a friend. It was one of the roses planted in the Rose Gardens at Old Parliament House (Canberra), but it was culled from the garden to make way for more healthy stock. Their loss, our gain, don’t you think? Read more
A little poetry to mark my Monday. Because not everything has to be serious.
sunshine and water
secrets of the universe
gourdjalicious Read more
I’m determined to get some flower photos onto my blog. They seem to need a little poetry to go with them. Nature to zing by. Not that I would know. Read more
A small poem written in support of the Ragtag Daily Prompt team who are continuing to provide prompts over the Christmas/New Year period.
la belle rose charmante
perfumes the air
from faded glory life
petals without thorns Read more
I forgot to include this photo of a beautiful fly in my November Changing Seasons post. You know the weather is warming up when the blow flies come a-visiting. Maybe these exquisitely beautiful creatures are not such a pain after all. Unlikely praise for the king of the flies. Read more
I’ve been inspired by Xenia from Tranature to try some poetry. I must say this haiku business (and sound units) is all very confusing, so let’s just call this free verse. Read more
A satirical poem for the environmentally-conscious. Read more
Dear Readers, I thought I would use the opportunity of participating in Cee’s Which Way Challenge, to present a few more of my holiday snaps. I got a little carried away as I was having way too much fun putting them together to tell a little story. I hope you like it. Read more
This is my response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt of 21 June 2018 — Italian.
Some of you may know that I have recently joined a Bush Poetry group. As this month’s theme for my Group is “Italian” and as I’ve only so much time, I thought “Italian” would make a good Ragtag Daily Prompt as well (it’s my day to be the Prompter). For those interested in contributing their own post on the Italian theme, please click the hyperlink above for instructions on how to take part.
Bush poetry is a style of poetry that depicts the life, character and scenery of Australia, employing a straightforward rhyme structure. It uses language that is colourful, colloquial and idiomatically Australian. Well, I’m new to bush poetry or any poetry, so I found it difficult to write a poem in that style, consistent with the theme, but here is my attempt. My poem (below), “Italian and Then Some”, is about the experience of Italian migrants in Australia under the White Australia Policy. Read more