Through the lens
looking through the lens of my sunglasses.

Linking with this theme is another of my poems -


'Sushi'

In a changing world I used to be a person
Now I'm a statistic

I used to be a religion
Now I'm a karma

I used to be a body
Now I'm a temple

In a changing world

I used to be an opinion
Now I'm a vote

I used to be eccentric
Now I'm a fashion

I used to be magic
Now I'm an illusion

I used to be a song
Now I'm a prayer
In a changing world

I used to be raw fish.


Hope you liked it. Whats the link to the glasses?

This poem reflects a personal point of view, of what I see when I look at the world. Maybe I should have made the lens rose tinted?

Natural - De-fences
Hiding our horrible but practical back fence, which every garden has here - its made of asbestos, is my natural form of defence against anyone trying to scale the fence. It's our blackberry bush. Some years it produces enough fruit to freeze, other years, two berries and its done. The climate here is actually too hot for a good crop, but at least it survives our summers.

And the pumpkins aren't really doing much better, just providing us with some greenery. We grew one large pumpkin last year, which ripened in February! A tad too late for Halloween?

Purple flowers on the trellis, look like tiny purple cups. Once they ripen, they have tiny green berry seed pods.

Things I am looking forward to
... summer days that stretch in endless blueness

...days out to places, I've usually got no time to visit.

...no shopping for 'just in case'

...easy peasy salad days

...sketching to relax

...watering the garden - the act of hosing things down is like a meditation for me

...playing with blog dog as dh swings in his hammock (nothing on earth will induce me to get into it though - lol! A fear of falling I guess you can put that down to.

...easy lazy conversations about plans

...the incredible lightness of just being

Sweet and Sour
'Cos life's like that at the moment.

A bottle of sweet chilli, and Soy. I'm not fond of either condiment but they are daily staples on the supper table at our house. The 'powers' that be, usually apply generous lashings of chilli on every meal.

I just lost this post twice before managing to load it up. I think we've had a few power surges, as its a very hot day today, and as usual the power grid is not able to cope. We had the same problems last year, and it almost lead to some sort of civil unrest, as the local gov. is unable to provide us with a stable power source. Everyone was saying that it almost felt like we were living in some third world country. I think its high time the local governing mob got their act together!

Sweet or sour? pass the sauce.

Mini celebration....
I knew it - the blue skies, and sun DID blow away the blahs....and I've been accepted into the illustrated blogs ring!!!
I am pausing to 'draw' breath with excitiment! Thank you madge, that was just the incentive I needed!

Blue skies
Maybe a touch of hot weather and blue skies will cure the blah's!

Not a cloud in that sky!

Easy Reading and the art of neglect
Just recently I have been neglecting lots of different things in my life, in an active way, through an act of choice, rather than passive resistance.
I seem to have the art of neglect off down to a fine art now. What I don't do I ignore, what I need to do gets left behind, and through this my blogging has suffered. I don't feel I have the energy to sustain it ALL.
I will not blame myself, no, never myself. I am not to blame in any way - I am just a victim of circumstance!
...........I think summer has a lot to answer for, open windows that let in fresh air and noises that I'm not used to hence interrupting my sleep to the extent that I prefer to suffocate in a hot room rather than endure the night sounds.
...........Christmas with its impending faux excitiment, an event without my name on it this year, dh having to work all throught christmas and New Year. He will need to sleep through the rest of the festivities, to rest after many hours on shift work.
..........End of year hub bub, and endless lists of things to do. Writing report cards,
..........shopping - lengthy lists of possibilities to buy for, just in case the festivities spill over to my house...just in case.

Sap, sap sap.

.......exam fever - DD's all in exam modes. Tears of frustration and exam stress spilling over in the kitchen as I do my best to comfort and console, tea and comforting words when really I need them for myself.
..........These feelings - all so familiar , that they've become an annual event.
......... Thinking of things to write about in the blog have become difficult....cos between you and me - easy reading is damn hard writing....at least for now.

Just a quick vent
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Oh I feel heaps better now! Thanks for listening.

Fading roses
Another gift. Their perfume filled the whole room, it really reminds me of English summer gardens.

Christmas workshop
This Saturday we are having our school christmas workshop, and I am up to my neck preparing tons of 'interesting' kiddie christmas activities, that seem to be taking up all my time this week.

Here's one of the things we will be making...its a christmas card ball, thingy, very pretty and colourfull to look at, but a real bugger to prepare.

I 'thought' I had a sack of old used cards in the garage, and spent half a day looking for them, only to vaguely remember one of those New Years clutter purges, when I decided that I would never need those cards again. Not till NOW I didnt! Note to self - never ever throw anything out ever again!!

I am busy: cutting up calico squares with blunt pinking shears for some lino printing, printing out a self made xmas word sleuth, branding all the new pinking shears I bought with name tags in case they accidentaly go ' walk about', shopping for tiny bits and pieces to stick onto the Xmas trees we are making thanks to Enchanted Learning.com, and funneling tons of glitter into shakeable jars. There is probably more, but I'll think about it all tomorrow. Man-yana is another day!