Ablutions block update

The waterfall I wish

Arrived at Wordwood today to find the dam dried up. It held on to bitter end. Chance of rain tomorrow …




Can anyone ID this worm please?

You can see from the paddle pop stick that it is GIANT?

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First frog of Spring rain

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.



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.


Book tree


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
make paradise
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
here wander there
a world in a day
my favourite volume is life I think therefore I sigh