We were watching David Attenborough last week on the TV. This particular program was about lions. When the camera zoomed in on the lion’s eyes, hubby commented that Casey (our dog) has the same coloured eyes as a lion. At that point he started singing (hubby, not David Attenborough)
¸.•*¨*•.♪♫♫♪¸.•*¨*•.♪♫♫♪ You can’t hide your lion eyes ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸
If the kids (now adults) were there they would have groaned and said, “dad’s joke”. Now every time I look at Casey that song comes into my head.
Last year I blogged about Casey when I took a photograph and noticed my reflection in her eyes. I won’t bore you with the same pictures again, but if you’d like a memory jog they are in my Interesting Reflections post.
My main character in the novel Let Sleeping Gods Lie is obsessed with eyes. They say we insert a bit of ourselves into each of our characters, so I guess my eye obsession is revealed through this particular character. I wrote Let Sleeping Gods Lie soon after my hubby was assaulted and lost his left eye. I’m yet to write a blog post about that awful time, but the words will come one day.
Last week I tried (in vain) to get a picture of Green Ant eyes, but the bodies are far more interesting than those beady little eyes. Here’s my attempt:
I couldn’t get any closer because these little critters are savage and move fast. Their nests are made by sticking leaves together and they are highly defensive and will attack in numbers. I found myself doing the green ant dance to get them off me several times! The great thing about green ants is that they keep the birds away from the fruit.
You can also eat green ants (the abdomen). They are a good source of vitamin C, traditionally used by Aboriginal people. They have quite a refreshing citrus taste, so if you’re ever lost in the Australian bush…. (ahem – let’s hope not)
The next eye I captured was of a snake. I’m not telling you how I got this one and where it actually was in case my mother is reading. Hey mum – I’m safe! LOL
I made it smaller than my other pictures to lessen the shock value. If you want a
big shock close-up, just click on it. It’s just a friendly python :shock:
Now I know what people mean when they say you’re giving me snake eyes.
I tried to get pictures of butterfly eyes, but they wouldn’t stay still like the snake.
Then I saw these two finches who refused to make eye contact with each other.
A male and female – lover’s tiff I imagine.
I received a message from WordPress last week.
Happy Three Year Blogging Anniversary!
I’ll skip away now singing…
¸.•*¨*•.♪♫♫♪¸.•*¨*•.♪♫♫♪ Happy Anniversary Baby ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸
Have a great week!
My blogging break took a little longer than I thought it would (seriously – where does the time go?)
I’ve got a few snapshots to show you of my daily dog walk. Rain, hail or shine I get out every day (but not in cyclones or floods, you’ll be glad to know).
Our walk is a couple of kilometres (it takes over an hour so I’m roughly guessing the distance).
I actually borrowed a Go-Pro from a friend so I could take you along with me. I wore the thing on my head and felt like a complete weirdo. But after watching the footage I decided I couldn’t put you through it – with my constant head turns and look up/look down movements the whole film gave me motion sickness. So I decided to stick with the snapshots.
First stop – the creek crossing (we don’t have crocodiles on our farm, thank goodness)
Then we head to Banana Corner (and sometimes eat too many bananas)
Mango Alley is next (a lot of the trees on the left are mangoes – nom nom nom)
Pandanus Place is next
Sometimes we’re hit by a sun shower but we don’t mind…
…and sometimes it’s getting dark by the time we head home
I’ve taken pictures of birds on my walk and I was going to do my next post on them, but I thought I’d share one with you here because I was pretty excited when I noticed something different about it.
I’ll give you the long shot to see if you can see it (because I didn’t when I took the shot).
It’s a nice big hawk.
Carrying a nice big rat!
***Have a great week***
And don’t forget, Jo has a Monday Walk feature on her blog :D
I planted sunflower seeds about a month ago and my first sunflower bloomed this week.
To get an idea of the size of it, you’ll see a black smudge just above it slightly to the left – that’s a bee.
Here’s a close-up for those who can’t see it
I’m taking a blogging break for the holidays and wish you all a happy, safe and loving season.
I also want to take this opportunity to give a big shout out to all of you who have read my books this year and written reviews. It takes a lot of energy to read and review a book and each review is very much appreciated.
Stay safe, have fun and I’ll see you all in 2015!
Well folks, it’s that time of year again. Another birthday for me!
I like this time of year because all the lovely fruit on the trees around here is ready for picking.
I’m sitting on my back veranda (quaintly known as the Writer’s Nook) eating chocolate.
I look up and this is what I see.
You may not notice those things hanging from the left of the tree at first, so here’s a closer view
Then if I wander out the back with my chocolate I see these
Then I spotted this little cutie hiding near the shed
I’ve been without internet access for a while so I haven’t had a chance to catch up with my many friends here…
…but it’s back now, so I’m going to have a sip of champagne and read some blog posts before I get whisked off to dinner with friends!
It was very misty the other morning at the RUC. I jumped out of bed at about 4:30 am (yes – I slept in) to find the moon setting over the mountains and a beautiful mist rolling through the sugar cane fields. I sat for a while exploring my inner child – imagining any minute something mystical would emerge from the fog.
When I was a child my imagination wasn’t restrained by rules and rights and wrongs. Anything was possible and a mist, like the one I saw the other morning, would have opened all sorts of doors to the unknown. Stories of witches, monsters or fairies would have emerged to scare the living daylights out of my younger sister.
As a child it was a lot easier to flex that imagination muscle in my brain.
When the fog lifted I realised I no longer look at things like I use to when I was a child. This thought opened a door to that inactive imagination muscle, so I got it to work on the treadmill. I’m getting it into shape and it’s paying off.
I’m writing again and I’m sure I caught sight of my muse emerging from the fog, but it was early in the morning and I had sleep in my eyes.
The previous day the sugar cane next to the RUC had been cut – maybe this caused the fog, or the return of my muse. Either way, life is magical again.
Have a mystical, magical week and take a few moments to sit back, relax and look at this beautiful world like a child again.
I’ve been suffering a severe bout of writer’s block for some time now, so I’ve taken out my frustration on the garden. I’ve cleared out decades of weeds, prepared the ground, planted seeds, pulled out more weeds and watered my babies into existence (then pulled out more weeds – they sprout everywhere!)
This has got me thinking (which can be a good or bad thing), that gardening is a lot like writing.
There are mountains of weeds in my mind that need clearing out. I guess weeds are something and a good sign that the fields of my mind aren’t barren. But there’s been no control over the growth. I’ve let things in and allowed them to grow without weeding them out. Instead of focusing on plants of substance I’ve been focusing on the negative things that creep in and grow so big that only a tractor can pull them out by the roots. Yeah okay, that sounds painful…
When we write we need to focus on the plants of substance and get rid of the weeds. We can clear the ground and plant the seeds, but we can’t expect them to grow without water and care (and pulling more weeds that sprout around them). Anyone can think of a story, but preparing it and spending the time to nurture it into existence is an art.
I see the farmers in this area out there every day on their tractors. They seem to work dawn till dusk seven days a week. They’re relentless because they have to be – after all, it’s their livelihood. They see me working in my garden every day. They give me a wave and tell me I work too hard. I give them a wave and tell them they work too hard. It’s like Groundhog Day, but sometimes you need that when you’re clearing the crap from the garden of your mind.
I gather the leftover mud and old sugar cane leaves from the fields and put them in my garden. I guess in that sense I’m harvesting what is discarded to add nutrients to the soil. When I write, I use experiences and emotions in the same way to add layers and sustenance to my stories.
Growth has its seasons and after all the work I’ve done on the RUC and in the garden I feel like I’m just coming into Spring.
All of the above is just a quick snapshot of my messy mind (sorry, I couldn’t take a photo).
Below are photos of how the real garden is progressing.
Do you ever take two things, like gardening and writing, and compare them – or is my mind just growing nut trees?
Have a great week