Saturday, August 30, 2008

Spring Frost at Sunrise

The beauty of a frosty sunrise cleanses
and invigotates the senses.

View towards the berry patch and espalier

Icing on the strawberries


Pine stumps on what is to become my spring garden bed
a lonely Nicotiana sylvestris in foreground


Iced clover


Frosted raspberry leaves enjoying the first rays of sun


View across the fence, the holding paddock
to the second holding paddock .
This little and ephemeral transformation is
the nearest I get to an all concealing snowcover.


Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Skywatch *3

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Sunrise in a pond.

Promising cumulus building up over our road.

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Moonrise

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The rising moon
my face caressing

has banished sleep

once more

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Outside in still, crisp night

so clear

stars blaze above me

putting moon to shame

horizon kissed by Southern Cross

Nebula at mid heaven

like Merlin's coat

the firmament adorned

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Though frost may burn

young growth this night

the bright exhilarating sky

shall stay a dear delight.

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Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Unicorn

Painting by Anna-Louisa Flint aged about 5 at the time.
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By moonlit night
she wakes and wanders
the wild wood path adorning
so seldom glimpsed by human kind
shimmering through the dappled light
she wends her way along the creek
her eyes with stars aglimmer
reflections from a sighing pool
only the open mind can see.
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A small girl hurries dreamily
a summer garland in her hand
knowing there is a unicorn
in noon-day's heat she's singing
and lo the singing draws her nigh
to answer childish dreaming
their wishes realized
the garland round her neck lies gleaming
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Believe the tales that children tell
the truths we have forgotten
drink deeply from the unspoilt well
and drift into the world once lost
to marvel at it's splendour.
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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Skywatch *2


A rare phenmenon, especially in southern climes.
In 70 years of observing the sky, I have only encounterd
it twice: the sun's seldom seen off-sider, the Sun Dog or parhelion.
Mainly seen when the sun is low in the sky, there can be four of these
at the points of the compass around the sun. On very rare occasions
they can mirror the sun and form their own pups as well.
Coloured parhelia are formed by light refracted through ice crystals.
If you find it hard to spot, it's the tiny rainbow in the centre
of the picture!

The road home.
With my trusty camera of course.
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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Precursors of Spring

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Little things through my camera lens this morning.
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Prunus x blireana, survivor of a pair of 8' trees.
It's twin succumbed to drought and high water
salinity last summer.
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Muscari striving for light
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First white Hyacinth

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Muscari reaching for the sky,
red Tulips come a close second.
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A promising Crocus
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One tempting flower on the Fuchsia bush.

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Eriobotrya japonica, commonly called Loquat
promising harvest in January and a boon for bees
in winter. The scented air wafts like Moley's homesmell
through the garden, just follow your nose...
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A surprise on the wing, a five year old
seedling has it's first ever bud.
Should we be blesses by a fruit, we may discover
what kernel gave rise to it,
a peach or a nectarine?
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Prunus dulcis
Although there are some blossoms on our 5 almond trees,
I fear the parrots will get them all again.
Last year we could have had a bumper crop
except for the parrots!
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Double lilac Parma Violet with a lovely scent.
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Sometimes I cheat, this Blueberry,
Vaccinium corymbosum , I bought in a pot 3 days ago.
My two remaining bushes (50% loss last summer)
are still totally dormant or they may not have the strength to flower
after the stresses of last season.
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Winter Iris, always a joy when not much else
except for Calendulas is in bloom.
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A cheerful Daffodil in a windbreak I planted
years ago when digging virgin ground was still
a possibility for me.
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My first blue Anemone, promise of many more to come.
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This blood Orange is colouring up nicely,
and with a little more frost will be delicious.
My little tree is covered in them,
and I look forward to slicing them thinly, and dehidrating
them. When you hold the dried slice to the light, it
glows in colours of gold and deep red like a stained glass window.
After enjoying it's beauty, I like to dip half of it in dark chocolate.
The rest I leave to your imagination.
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Sunday, August 17, 2008

Dawn Mist


The dawn mist blankets dale and hill

it hovers as the sun wakes

in my garden still

softening colours with a gentle light



Leaving my sleep-warm bed behind

my hand extension in my grasp

my night-shirt flappin

with urgency to catch this pure delight
before it bursts in glory



Alone in my own universe

I do my best to gather this gentlest of all lights

my concentrated gaze and lens

drink in the flowers water vapour wrapped

refreshed, preening their plumage

gracefully posing for me here and there




The greens are softened,

pink and blue enhanced

mere moments does this light so rare

sent just to gladden one lone heart endure



The faeries twitter round my dew drenched feet

my mist soaked nighty clinging to my knees

a gentle fluttering around my head

crowns me with diamond dew drops

gleaming in my hair


Gold rays of sun

with flash of sword the mist dispel

which I alone enjoyed

uplifting soul and strengthening belief

alone, cold, wet I stand

absorbed in my own wonderland.



Wednesday, August 13, 2008

Skywatch *1


Sunrise at Mt.Pleasant South Australia



Some watch the gentle sky, others' interest veers into other directions

Photographed late afternoon to-day from a moving car at
90kmh on a freeway in the wrong lane.
When God waves, so does my camara lens.

Last light at Forrest, Wetern Australia
Where the settlement is gone , but a wonderful landing strip remains
in the wild outback desert country.

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Stormclouds gathering across the paddock, Mt.Pleasant, South Australia
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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

Fog in an Old Country Graveyard



High up above the nestling town

the sleeping watchers lie

their sleep untroubled now at last

their dreaming hearts at ease



Atop their hill they wander

at times in starlight gleaming

the silent sentinels of night

love of the country once they tilled

calls their souls to linger still



Yet on a foggy morning

before the sun appears

their shadows wafting over grass

drifting among the stones they pass

and hover 'round the bushes


A mortal feels intrusive here

the air is thick with spirits

of young and old, of tales untold

of secrets, hopes and wishes


I wander there alone, yet not

my footfall soft I wend my way

they brush against my face and

hands, a shiver through me sending

when through the fog fist light appears

the world anew creating

I gaze in wonder at the might of all that is

and share the glory of the dawn

with these new friends on yonder hill

who slip to rest again

but still accept me for a little while

in their sweet dream partaking.