Early morning at the stream Mist hangs in the bracing air Ripples on the water gleam Tell me that there fishes there Ducks emerging from the reeds Water dragon turns and stares Tiny birds are pecking seeds Mother earth her bounty shares Freeway sounds a distant noise Rustling leaves their stories tell Whole creation peace enjoys Fallen leaves give musty smell Turn from scene, reluctant … Continue reading Dora Creek
Image sourced from http://www.nationallacydog.org/herding.html In my last blog I mentioned our part dingo, part whatever cattle dog called Sandy. Sandy was one of those indispensable animals a farm would not be a farm without. Actually there were three farm dogs we inherited along with the tractor, implements and an assortment of beasts and other machinery. One was an Australian blue heeler that developed a massive … Continue reading Majoring in Minors
I still remember my first glimpse of the Mooloo property we’d purchased. We’d laboured up the winding dirt track, which narrowed as we moved to the crest of the mountain in our Morris Oxford Panel Van. Through the back window panels my attention had been riveted to the left side of a road that seemed to my young eyes to disappear into an empty void … Continue reading Jump in Sandy!
We children soon tired of unpacking after moving to the Mooloo property in 1949. My Brother Barry and I began pestering parents Eric and Maude for permission to explore our two hundred and seventy acre new property home. With usual parental caution to be careful we were released from tedious work and were soon on our way to the initial grand tour. First port of … Continue reading Flicker
Lost Heritage – The Christmas Bell (Blandfordia flammea) From the dream time of this southland till the settlers made their way To the Wallum* lands along the Sunshine Coast, In their season glorious wildflowers formed a carpet overlay, Things of wonder that the tribesmen valued most. Recent settlers soon discovered that their fragrant Christmas bell Was of value to the Brisbane … Continue reading The Christmas Bell
Elizabeth looked at her new born daughter Gyargyike with a mixture of happiness and concern. It was 1942. She and Andrew had only been in the royal city of Szekesfehervar Hungary for a brief time after fleeing from their ancestral home in Lugos, Romania. In the changing borders of Europe this Hungarian family had found themselves on the wrong side of the new border and … Continue reading Gyargyike
Sitting in the shadows as they watched the corner store In unmarked police car two of them were there Waiting for the woman they’d instructed just before They were watching as the passers by did stare The woman had been dressed up in a modern teenage way It was not the style she’d wanted to be dressed But it was the way to catch him … Continue reading The Internet Lie
Maude darted a nervous grin at Eric as he climbed in behind the wheel. There was a lot riding on this trip. Their three kids were already complaining about being stowed into the back of the van, even though they’d provided cushions for them – they had to accept the old 1949 Morris Oxford van wasn’t the most comfortable mode of transport. They just hoped … Continue reading The Hills of Home
