The green grass in the paddock slides off into the blue sky. Sensing the fence is down the flock congregates. They bleat, grunt, and snort but are not sure of their next move.
Their natural inclination is to follow a leader but being sheep they don’t have leaders they are all followers. Then suddenly movement, and as one they run out into the sun lit paddock and head up the hill.
Shadows and dips in the ground caused them to hesitate for a moment but being a prey species, they once again run off like they’re fleeing the danger of an unseen hungry predator. The sheep have escaped.
The southern tablelands were hit by a storm last night. The rain has rained all around. The trees are laden, the ground is soaked and the creek runs free.
Today the sun’s out and the clouds come rolling in. They stretch in a never-ending line towards the north.
I stand in front of the softly burning fire and I talk to myself. I’ll soon be leaving the field behind for another day. It’s like leaving a longtime friend.
I just noticed a flash of colour, bright yellow. Daffodil yellow.
These little flowers of friendship have sprung up under the protection of the silver birch trees in the area where the stream bubbles by the house.
They are so beautiful among the greenest grass that has been seen for years thriving in the constant rain and sunshine weather cycle that is prevalent at this time of the year.
The gusty winds give them energy and they dance with joy against the backdrop of the blue sky.
Vivid, the festival of light is back on again.
It’s winter in Sydney so it’s a bit chilly out on the Harbour but that’s the best way to see the show.
We caught one of the cruise boats from Darling Harbour sailing past Barangaroo Point, Circular Quay, Sydney Opera House and the Royal Botanic Gardens to catch the large-scale light projections.
The sails of the Sydney Opera House create a canvas for a range of animated Australian Indigenous paintings of snakes and goannas that slither across the building.
At Customs House a blue tongue lizard winds its way across the facade through landscapes inhabited by witches, wizards, gnomes, snakes and cockatoos.
The Sydney Harbour Bridge is bathed in blue, red and rainbow colours.
I took the photos on my iPhone and they don’t do it justice. This is one event that you really have to be there to experience the inspiration and appreciate the creativity.
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The holidays are over and it’s back to work dreaming, plotting and planning and writing.
He was there one minute and then he was gone. I knew it would come to this sooner or later. Larry has run away from home.
He was sitting on the bench and the moment I turned my back, like a lizard he slithered over the balcony and ran off down the street.
There he is down there.
I followed him to the bus stop and the poor bugger thought he was catching a bus to Miranda Fair Shopping Centre but unfortunately this route will take him to the Flemington Markets and that’s not going to be much chop for a poor old lettuce.
We sat together for a while but didn’t say much . He was so unhappy. I promised to take him seriously and I let him know I was worried.
I asked what was upsetting him. Apparently he feels he’s being bullied by some of the other foods in the kitchen. The other day the Bacon asked the Tomato
“What is a Honeymoon Salad?”
“I don’t know” replied the Tomato
“Lettuce alone, with no dressing!” said the Bacon and they both started laughing and Larry found this really hurtful.
I walked him back to the unit and with the tomato and the Bacon present we all had a discussion. They didn’t realize that they were being cruel. Eventually there were smiles all around and Larry even had a few jokes of his own.
“Why did the tomato go out with a prune?” He asked
“Because he couldn’t find a date!” was his answer.
We all politely laughed. But his best was this one.
A man goes to the Doctor with a piece of lettuce hanging out of his ear. “That looks nasty,” says the doctor. “Nasty?” replies the man, “this is just the tip of the iceberg!”
I think that following our little happiness session things are better in the kitchen. We have found our flow and Larry is content to sit in the sun out on the balcony.
Hundreds of visitors ambled through the tranquil beauty of the country gardens of Crookwell this weekend, Saturday 10th and Sunday 11th October.
Having access to the gardens was one thing but to be able to engage with the owners and creators was an added enrichment. There were eleven gardens open for inspection.
My friends, Jan Pont and Marg Anderson, owners of ‘Casa della Pace’ opened their garden and it was a joy to explore their creation.
An entrance gate leads from a stone-walled courtyard to the landscaped gardens. A burst of colour greets you as the bulbs and perennials vie for your attention.
The next display to catch my attention was this stunningly breathtaking carpet of colour complete with the most exquisite whimsical ornamental bird.
Perennials are scattered about the garden adding splashes of colour.
The path takes you through the orchard and beneath the wisteria walk.
The locally sourced red basalt stone walls and path borders are a unique feature.
There is also an elegant garden room where you can relax.
The oval-shaped lawn at the lower level is surrounded by salvias, roses, valerian and native plants, providing colour, fragrance and nectar for the many birds that visit the garden.
Accommodation is available at ‘Casa della Pace’