The waterfall I wish
Arrived at Wordwood today to find the dam dried up. It held on to bitter end. Chance of rain tomorrow …
Spider
Can anyone ID this spider please?
Worm
Can anyone ID this worm please?
You can see from the paddle pop stick that it is GIANT?
Moth
Can anyone ID this moth please?
First frog of Spring rain
Bleating tree frog
September birds
Our loveable crazy birdwatcher friend, Deb Metters, visited Wordwood in September 2018. Here is a selection of her photos. For bird identification, see the Fauna page of this blog.
En plein air ablutions
The start of our shower and toilet. So far, just the deck and composting toilet. Walls, roof, water tank, gas heater and shower still underway. Pete promises me a 2018 finish. The toilet is now operational, if a bit drafty. Serendipitous find of an old enamel shower base at the Toowoomba Tip Shop today.
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 The Blessing of the Long Drop |
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Book Tree
| We are working on a new idea – a tree bookcase or book tree for beside the bed in The Nook. We harvested and debarked the tree last weekend. We found the perfect already dead-but-not-yet-rotten she-oak, so no trees will be harmed in the making. The idea is inspired by the Pinterest photo on the right.
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Magnetic Poetry
When we first purchased Wordwood, Pete made us a a double bunk bed so his daughter could sleep up top. Sadly, she has outgrown it now. So, we have taken the top bunk down. This means that we have also taken down the ceiling of Pete and my bed, that was magnetic and covered in magnetic poetry words. Here are the best of Margie’s poems …
| not hand of god heavenly arrow angel kiss but nature make paradise |
wait time will name your passion your essence call come through crazy strong passionate |
mad cupid dance on for we lovers play music while forever stops blissful heart song |
| delicious night air beautiful moonlight wonderful day over consume evening ignite a star |
faithful fire good wine sleep entwined |
him tell of she monster fight then magic woman plot fang through eye people live good |
| he was a difficult hero dog eared heart crackly of strange imaginings and short |
soul’s dream voiced by story always given over too soon an epic whisper |
curl up on a chair beneath the cover with a book and be happy |
| library here wander there a world in a day |
my favourite volume is life | I think therefore I sigh |
