"Sacrifice"

    Have you ever seen a bee grimace or a butterfly grumble, today has been the day. I'm feeling more than dreadful about my sacrificial ways, all because of the "Do". Have the the most beautiful display of Echiums all ready to burst into full flowered glory, and I can just squeeze up the garden path.
 Then,  that starts the "but" bit, the advertising for the "Do" does not say "Jungle Jane Tours", machettes  supplied. So out with the loppers, and off with their heads, not sure whether I'm Henry the 8th or doing an Alice in Wonderland. So sad to do this, the bees and butterflies are not impressed.
  Visit today from my little lizard friend, who manages to scare  me on a regular basis, but he is most welcome. Just wish he would announce his arrival, before he scuttles past,
  Rain coming, the dam has changed color, " What, you say, she really is bonkers", The water always looks different when there is rain  coming, must be something to do with reflection from above, but it is never wrong.  No, I'm not  dotty, or not always.

"Witches and Wizards"

Witches and Wizards and all is not quite right. Have been busy weeding around the rue bush. You know the one, the one proclaimed to keep witches at bay, I'm not sure if it is working, well I'm still here aren't I. Yes it does not smell that pleasant, but better than the whiff of something horrid that just pervaded my nostrils.
  Revolting smell of pesticides being sprayed, I know who is at fault, if I find one tiny, miniscule drop has popped over my fence Someone is going to find that this old Witch has a bigger wand than his Weed Wand. Not sure which direction Good Witches hang out, East, West North or South, doesn't really matter I think this one has changed color today. So watch out Wizard over the fence line, you may be in the firing line from this wand waving, cauldron bubbling, spell sending old crone.
  On a lighter, brighter note, I'm heading out into the garden again, to listen to the Ground Thrushes sing their tunes. Finding solace in the outdoors may just help banish, all evil thoughts towards, Pesticide spraying Person. Only some, definitely not all will be banished .

"Forgiveness"

   I'm having a lot of " Forgive Me  I Have Sinned,  Moments," the promises I made to keep up with the weeding, the mowing and all of the whatever, have very quickly moved to another level. The "Do", is fast approaching.
   But now come on, who is responsible for all this rain, that keeps dropping  from somewhere up above and holding up the works. So what I am I asking for forgiveness for, I'm trying to keep my end of the bargain.
   Well perhaps I will just ask a favor, if I stop wingeing, could it be possibly have no rain on the "Do" Day, not to much to ask I hope.
    Not one to ask,  for to much, but could it be possible to go easy on the wind that day as well. Little bit of a breeze will be fine, Thank You.
    I'll just keep nodding to the Buddha down the back as I pass, keep looking to the Universe and say "Please", and will  have to be Happy with what we are sent on the Day. All will be good, as it always is.

     

" Bottom of the Garden"

    Why are Fairies always only said to be found at the bottom of the Garden, are there no Front Garden Fairies or Down the Side Fairies. I'm sure there are many Fairies residing here. Well only the other day, on my return from work, I found I had, had a visit from a Whipper Snipper Fairy, what a welcome little Fairy.
     I know that little Fairy has concerns that I will never be organized for the up and coming "Do", well that little Fairy, may very well be right. So all of a sudden, things are looking much spicker and spanner, and I can say with much more conviction, " All be be good on the Day."
     Why would Fleetwood Mac, sing of, " Magic all around," if there weren't Fairies in the Garden. Whether they are relegated to the Back or the Front, doesn't really matter. I'm sure if you take the time to close your eyes, stand very, very still, take your time. Open your eyes, everything will have so much more clarity and magic about it, just by stopping and taking the time to just Be.
       Thank You, Whipper Snipper Fairy.

"Vote, For Tool of the Week"

  I really have surpassed myself in dumbness the last few days.  Realized this morning, after my ritual sploshing and splashing and lathering and lotioning. That this person, who buys all lotions and potions in the same brand name. Well they all do look alike, maybe a slight shade of difference here and there.

  The person in question, who is very aware to be sun smart, and slop and slap to ward off that UV stuff. Has been for the past few days, Hand Creaming her face, well it hasn't helped the wrinkles to any extent, my hands have had the best coating of sun protection they have ever had. Doesn't matter, that they are usually  in gardening gloves. 

  Footy Shows do have  "Tool of the Week,"  maybe I qualify for "Garden Tool of the Week."

  Or perhaps I should just stick to gardening, when it is all foggy and nice.

"Oh! Dear Moments"

  Having a few of those Oh! Dear Moments lately, something in the air, the water, or on the calendar, that "Do" is fast approaching.
   I have a few mirrors placed around the garden, as you do. Well, Jamie Durie and those types do, added light, reflection, you know what I mean. While busy,  weeding,in that medative  state you get in, without the Om, well you can Om if you wish. But I prefer to Om, while sitting peacefully under a tree.
 All of a sudden, in front of me, were a pair of hands,reaching out towards me, most people would recognize their own hands, but not this weeder. Jumped higher and faster, than she has in many a year. Oh! Dear.
  Oh! Dears coming thick and fast today, only allow myself  "Two" cups left in the wilderness, no more teapot top-ups till they are found. Oh! Dear tea rations again.
   Have rang my good gardening buddy, she lives 30klms away, but no she hasn't seen my garden fork. So where have I left it this time. Oh!Dear.
    But there has been a " Oh! Hello You,  Welcome Back"  moment today. The little Grey Fantail, like clockwork has returned, full  of flitter and twitter. I know he only comes and checks us out and leaves after a few days, but he is a most welcome visitor.
    Thinking of birds, have you ever seen a crested pigeon nest, well no Master Builders there, a few sticks piled higgledee,  piggledee.  All chicks need to be aware. " Hang on tight, or over the edge and out of site." Tough love those Pidgeon Parents, or they are to busy sitting all in a row on the power lines, checking out the neighborhood or scuttling around on the ground, all busy like CWA Ladies organizing something.
     "Oh! Dear", another day nearly done, another day closer to the "Do", It will be Oh! Dear if I'm not ready, but all will be "Oh! Wow"  if we raise lots of money again this year. What a good reason to garden , to raise lots of money for "Kids with Cancer."

 

"When is a Weed Not a Weed"

  When it grew in your Nanna's  garden, you know the one, the one down the side of the house, past the lilac. The one with the ferny leaves and tiny white flowers, with little black dots. The one that grew with the little bellis daisies. No not past the fig tree, you have gone to far, come back past the daphne and you will be there. I can take a mental walk all around that garden, and still enjoy the pleasure it gave me as a child.
   Smell the perfume of a Lorraine Lea rose and I'm back there, violets, almond trees all knotty and gnarled, a huge walnut tree.
   So it can't be a weed if it gives you good memories.
   

"Special Visitors"

   Have had a visit from one of the "Special Kids", who come to visit, one of those Special Kids, who belongs to "One of those Special Kids Who use to Live Here Kids."
   Those Special Kids are pretty important, they allow you to plant more  trees, trees to mark the day they were born.
 They allow you to step in puddles and splash lots and lots.
  They allow you kick up the autumn leaves and hear the swish, swish.
 They allow you, to lay on the ground, and look at the sky.
  They allow you to go on Treasure Hunts, when everything collected becomes priceless.
  They allow you to make daisy chains, that go on and on.
  They allow you to be young, whether you are or you're not.
   They bring me great joy, I can still do all these things and not get locked up.
   Thank You, Special Kids of mine.

"Wattle Day, among other things."

Wattle Day today, First day of Spring, Fathers Day and probably, many more important Days today.
   I have had a day of being observed, from not the best angle, most of the time. Scenic Flights for Fathers Day, wonderful, good idea you may say. Unless you seem to live under the flight path, for these scenic observations, everytime I seemed to be in the head down, rear to the sky position in the garden. A plane would appear, flying over, much lower than I thought necessary
   I now know how the poor old stumpy felt as I watched him sleep, as I weeded around him.  .
   Trouble in the chook House last night, , One Young Stud  Rooster, didn't show up for roll-call. I know he is only   new to this outer suburbs living. Born and bred to   inner city living, till he came here. But the  New Young Stud, has been warned, fox fodder he will become, if he doesn't follow the rules.
  Typical isn't it," Male", Saturday night doesn't know when it is time to come home to roost.
   Carrots are up, and my much watched first time growing asparagus plant is slowly getting bigger and bigger. I know, it will be watched for another two years, before I can cut and feast, Anticipation.
  So it has been a day of observing and being observed, everything looks wonderful from ground level, but I will not say,  that is what the plane passengers, said while I weeded, head down and bum up.