Poppalina

Dirty Dogs

This was the park last week. (Funny looking sheep, don't you think?)

No, it's not meant to be wetlands; that area is intended for playing games, lazing about and flying kites on.

Ruby, who was staying with us, ran around in circles at high speed through all the water, which she thought was hilarious.

It doesn't show in this shot, but she's black with mud underneath.

And the Pea, who normally eschews any water like it's something unspeakably nasty (she doesn't even like walking on dewy grass), found something to roll in.

It was baths all round when we got home.

This stunning flower we found on a walk a couple of months ago; it was the size of my hand. Too pretty not to share.

Sprung

Real Spring in Melbourne, involving lots of green and blossom and plants on the move, not to mention outrageously beautiful weather, doesn't truly begin until October.

 

 

   

October is when it all happens, and those in Melbourne not wasting their time with football (sorry, but it really does bore me shitless) have been getting hardcore on their vegie gardens.

And duck-wrangling. I should have called these birds Thing 1 and Thing 2, they are so utterly miscreant.

 

Sid and Nancy would have been excellent choices, too.

 

Because, stylistically, ducks lean punkward,

and that's a fact.

New Moon

Mystic Medusa (whom I adore, may She live long and prosper) insists that all possible cleaning and decluttering must occur

before the end of a dark moon, in order to maximise the groovy in one's life.

And everybody knows (even you, Joke) that vegetable seeds are best planted on the New Moon.

So...

Out with the old...

(got a bit of a fright when I saw this...)

 

And in with the new...

Beans and basil and sunflowers and corn and tomatoes and dill and coriander and strawberries..

Oh MY!

 

My first full weekend off in, like, ever, was a total Zenfest.
 

Life is Round

In the immortal words of Neil....

We plant the seed...

 

Nature grows the seed....

 

and we....   eat the seed.

   

Cosmic.

Seriously. Shushu would be lost without her vegie garden right now.

Fig Tree Mardi Gras

Went outside today to rescue what's left of the figs, only to find the tree shimmering with colour,

Necessitating the fetching of a zoom lens, instead.

Allow me to introduce my Resident Disco Fiends: the Rainbow Lorikeets.

Unintimidated by mirror balls, awash with fig juice, and shamelessly posing for the camera (this one obliged me with perfect stillness until I had my shot),

I even caught one in flagrante delicto.

 

 

Cheeky little buggers,

 

But absurdly beautiful. And they're having such a good time.

I suppose the jam can wait one more day.

 

  

They'll be gone soon enough.