Dread
Summer is coming like a giant steamroller, belching smoke and flame, sounding like a hurricane wind as it flattens all in its path
Summer is coming like a giant steamroller, belching smoke and flame, sounding like a hurricane wind as it flattens all in its path
I have never had, in a long life of creating ideas, and things, a serious review of any of it. No serious consideration of what was attempted, what were the problems, what was achieved. But then you don’t get that for your life itself I suppose,
The saying “as rare as hen’s teeth” only works if, now and then, a hen is born with teeth. But in this world, though not in the Age of Dinosaurs, the saying should be “as non-existent as hen’s teeth”.
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How many millions of words have I written? Half a million in one book alone, other millions scattered from one end of my life to the other. It would be nice to think one or two will be remembered, else why did I bother?
A country garden sounds like a quaint, quiet, idyllic place, where Percy Grainger could write a chirpy piece of music which goes nowhere. If the country is Australia though the country garden is a place green in tooth and claw. Plants struggle against wind and drought, rabbits, parrots possums and kangaroos, pigs, goats, sheep, weeds
He who is tired of learning has been doing it for seventy three years and needs to rest
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In later life you are gardening not for yourself but for your successors.
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All of that effort to raise a young Magpie – sitting on eggs for weeks, backwards and forwards bringing beakfuls of juicy worms and beetles, ends as a sad bunch of feathers smeared across a busy road. Much like children in a war zone.
Strange how some event which is a “wake-up call” leaves everyone sleeping just as soundly as ever.
Rain rain come and play, stay away another day.
Old man in dry month Read More »