Home Alone

Here I sit in solitary state, like Rapunzel in her tower or the
Lady of Shalott. The Prof is still away and a whopping great
limb of a river redgum that fell from heat exhaustin across
my driveway, is as effective in keeping me grounded as the
Great Wall of China.
Do I feel lonely and neglected? Not a bit.
My trusty and very pregnant huntsman protects me from
small biting flying beasties.


















These little painted finches that my eldest granddaughter gave
me as a parting gift when she left to take up employment in our
Natinal Capital, cheer me with their chatter.


















This young blue tongue lizard peeking out from under the BBQ
eradicates any creepy crawleys at ground level and my ancient
21 year old black Millie cat makes sure I sit a lot so she can curl
up on my lap


















and while the grapes last on the vine, so do the daily visits from
my younger granddaugter.

In fact, I live like, as the Germans say "Gott in Frankreich" or
God in France, a saying that survives from the time of Louis XIV
the sun king. My culinary wants are supplied by darling daughter
carting anything my pantry or fridge may lack as "meals on heels"
up the hill to my tower.


















When the day fades into dusk, the whole troup assemble up
here for G's&T and the mandatory hilarity supplied by courtesy
of No.1 grandson.

As you can tell, this Rapunzel is making the best of her situation
and most certainly needs no rescuing and at times has more
company than strictly necessary as the pre dawn visit of the
tame steer who pruned my roses, grazed the strawberries as well
as the new row of potatoes and the sheep I noticed gazing longingly
through the fence at the green in the garden when her paddodck
was dry and sere. Next day she became pot valiant in the company
of a friend and broke in only to be instantly deported to the other
side of the fence.

Certainly no time to catch cabin fever.... I am truly blessed.