It is Australia Day so I had better say something. If you don’t already know, there has been much debate in the Australian community about whether Australia Day should continue to be held on January 26. On 26 January 1788, Captain Arthur Phillip sailed into Sydney Cove to establish a penal colony for the British Empire. Read more
Loss, lost, a path
home, a hearth — lòchran gus an
t-slighe a lasadh
On behalf of the Ragtag Community
In the presence of royalty and Friday song day.
Dear Readers, can you guess from which song the title of this post comes? It is the song that I have chosen as my Friday song day pick. Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. This week my mood is decidedly buoyant. After being down in the dumps over the past month, there was only one way to go, right? Yep, chasing pure, unadulterated sunshine from pure desire. In other words, a bird. And not just any bird. Read more
Australia burns and Friday song day.
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to my regular Friday song/tune day, where I pick a piece of music that reflects my mood or the times, to share with you. Regular readers may have noticed that I skipped my Friday song day last week. With Australia burning, I just didn’t have the heart for it. I feel much the same this week, but, you know, it’s like falling off a horse …. Read more
Still here. Going strong.
Dear readers, the temperature is blessedly cool today in the national capital (Canberra, Australia) and the bushfire smoke has cleared somewhat. We expect the smoke to return this evening when the wind changes. In the meantime, the terrible gloom that descended on the city has lifted and people are in good spirits. So are the animals. A flock of silvereyes visited our garden. One was lucky to enough to find a small praying mantis but its best efforts to dispatch it were defeated. Read more
Australia burning — I wonder whether those thousands of people that are sheltering on isolated east coast beaches, overwhelmed by acrid smoke — in towns where supplies are running low and where some unprincipled grocers charge exorbitant amounts for a few basic supplies — are contemplating jumping on small, overcrowded boats and sailing across treacherous waters to New Zealand? I wonder whether these prospective boat people — call them climate refugees, if you will — might beg the New Zealand government grant them asylum and a new beginning? I wonder how New Zealanders might react to such requests? I wonder ….
I wonder how far-fetched this actually sounds?
A little Aussie satirical poem because, well, life vapes and then you die. This is not the happiest poem so you may want to skip it.
It’s Christmas Time In the City
no joy no joy no
air no air no air none
white men jokin’
it’s Christmas time in the city
make haste to land of the smoke-free
blow smoke up ya
are we having fun yet?
not me not me not
no joy no joy no
air no air no air no
Christmas barbie in the city
Sorry about that, ladies and gentlemen. It happens when you’re starved of oxygen. I will resume my normal calm programming as soon as we can breathe again. Maybe in a few months time. Or maybe when we meet our Paris emission target through accounting loophole. Not happy mo-mo.
Australia. Perfect one day. Bushfires the next.
What is life without hope? Amidst the ashes and broken dreams wrought by the bushfires in Australia, life goes on.
A Vow Softly Spoken
smoke in the distance
lights a wildfire in our heart
hope for the future
heart, mind, body, soul
we shall overcome
My nephew and his lovely lady got married recently. I wish them all the very best.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Wedding.
Speaking of calendars, my husband (aka my True Love) bought one the other day. It’s a long story. 495 words to be exact-ish. We didn’t buy a calendar last year and by mid year, regretted that decision. Anyway, my husband has ordered one. From a Danish vlogger of all people! I am as surprised as you, ladies and gentlemen. Read more