I haven’t posted a poem for ages, but I’m back for today, at least. I’ve been asked (several times) where my antecedents came from, as if it mattered to who I am. But I don’t believe it matters very much where a great great grandparent was born. What matters is how you love.
I am born of earth.
I am human,
Made of stardust and love.
I don’t care
where you or your forebears
we are all out of Africa and ash.
I care about
Peace Love Empathy
Freedom and Joy.
I respect the compassionate.
My heart bleeds for the withered hearts
that only know hatred and fear.
I am bodhisattva;
I am of earth
to earth I shall return.
We are just into the new year, which seems a good time to focus on growth.
Growing things is the whole point of gardening. Growing things to eat is great, but I also love flowers for their own sake.
As for the cactus garden (more of a wilderness at present…), which my eldest son planted as an 11 year old 30 or so years ago, rain at the right time plus lack of management means that the cacti have grown upwards and outwards, obliterating the central pathway that is supposed to allow access for weeding…Since Simon assures me that there are bound to be tiger snakes in there, I think it can wait until winter!
Our grand daughter Tilly will be two on Christmas Eve – she loves to ascend anything climbable at every opportunity whether it’s meant to be climbed or not. Two Christmas’s ago she was a serene little sleep champion who didn’t even wake up for a hearing test, let alone her heel prick. How things change!
So sweet! Now look at her – still sweet, but with more than a touch of spice (chili, not nutmeg). In the first three she was prancing around on a stone table top, feeling triumphant, while the adults sitting around it were on high alert in case she fell…
In the second pair of photos, she is watching the flames and ash ascending from uncle Alex’s latest bonfire. Thankfully she is more wary of fire than she is of climbing !
Matilda has yet to meet her new(ish) cousin Banjo. I’m looking forward to “Family Christmas” in about six months, when our kids and their kids will all get together for a few days. It’s a fairly rare event, thanks to the long distances between us, but social media keeps everyone in touch in a way that would astonish my grandparents.
Here are the other two grand kids, Juniper and Banjo, photo by their mum, via social media. They were wearing their Christmas outfits from me – I made the shorts and bought matching t-shirts, which delighted Juni, fortunately.
Every photograph captures a fleeting moment, but some subjects are more temporary than others.
Flowers that put on a brief show are often celebrated (Cherry blossom time, for instance). The brevity of this floral show, however, is something to be thankful for – it’s spectacular to see, and the aroma is sensational, but not in a good way. The common name of “Dead Horse Lily” says it all!
I was trying to capture an image of the pollinators (assorted flies) but only managed to get one, as they are experts at being temporarily in one spot! I didn’t breathe much…
To provide a little balance to the spectacular and stinky lily, here is a rose – it will be lucky to last a day, as our weather has suddenly warmed up and things are wilting. Weather is temporary, too, so “this too shall pass”, and then we might get some rain, followed by more roses.
I’m going back about three months for my response to “waiting”, to the day our grandson finally made his appearance. We all got up indecently early, because my daughter and her partner had a theatre date and they had to be at the hospital at a certain time. So Juni and I (Granny), were up before the birds too.
Of course, things didn’t go to schedule, and someone needed the theatre more urgently, so June and I were at home doing the usual things, texting Mummy at times, and waiting, waiting, waiting. At last the news came – a baby brother for Juni, and a grandson for me. A dainty little chap at just under 11lb, he hasn’t looked back and is growing, as is proper for babies, like a mushroom. There was a gift from him to June waiting at the hospital, but he needn’t have worried – she adores him!
Everything has structure, I guess, although not always photogenic. Still, as beauty is in the eye of the beholder, photogenic must be in the eye of the photographer…
I’ve chosen one image of man-made structure, and two natural. The structure of the buds fascinated me, and the sun behind the tree highlights the structure of the branches. The old pressed glass bottles are tantalisingly displayed behind frosted glass in what was once an internal window. My Dad built shelves into one side of what used to be a sliding door and I recently added upcycled frosted glazed doors to the open side to make a shallow cupboard of sorts. I have since applied a film to the old plain glass. The plan was for more privacy while still letting in light, but I am constantly delighted by the appearance of ghostly forms through the frost.
Standing on the corner, or in the corner… so many possible angles to this challenge….
I’ve chosen a corner of my life – and the corners of my sunroom, which I’ve been redecorating and decluttering (work in progress!)for some time. My Dad built this room – an extension of the existing verandah – about 25 years ago. It was his therapy after my sister died, and it’s served a number of functions over the years. On a sunny winter afternoon, the couch is the best seat in the house – and a favourite spot for the cat, of course.
Taking photos of my decor gives me a greater appreciation for the work of interiors photographers – there’s more too it than plumping the cushions and clicking the button! I suspect that someone does a lot of tidying and “editing” of the homes we see in magazines. I’d love to see before and after styling pics – I think they’d be instructive!