Giving Thanks…
Short and sweet tonight as I pack for a few days away… during my absence from Granite Glen, I will share some images of the amazing rain we have wallowed in over the last couple of days. I will (of…
Today
It’s a big day today. A day filled with a certain bush blogger being on tenderhooks (or a cat on a hot tin roof) awaiting a phonecall from a certain hospital somewhere near Paradise….Yesterday we farewelled Salina, who journeyed back…
Something to make your jaw ache
No. I did not take these photos. My sister-in-law’s cousin forwarded the pics to me. Or something like that. But I can tell you, if I had been there (at a place described as the ’22 kilometre Lake Lindsay overland…
Time
It’s something I don’t have much of at the moment. All my own fault of course… I like to pack things in, and I also like to soak things in. It’s a recipe for poor time management, very ordinary packing…
Roads to Somewhere…
I have a weird kind of fascination… well, I have a number really. But the one I am talking about today is roads. My love for them is reflected in my vast collection of snapshots of them. I even have…
The Beauty of our Bella (The Eye of the Beholder)
Something pretty special arrived here at Granite Glen this week. No, I am not referring to the calendars, which have mostly gone off in a cloud of dust to all sorts of amazing places. (More on that in a later…
You know your kid is a real BUSH kid when…
They do this kind of thing… Unsure whether I should be impressed at the ability of these kids to amuse themselveswithout the need for electronic equipment…or whether to bejust a little bit… DISTURBED?
Reality bites. Or sucks. Or doesn’t.
I really wanted this to be a happy-go-lucky, skippedy-do-dah, my-oh-my kind of post. With all my heart, I wanted that. Cause it’s calving time round Granite Glen. For the past few weeks, red and black baby calves have been popping…
Sometimes, you just need to SHUT UP…
and letMother Naturedo thetalking. Amen. (All shots taken within 1 minute while talking on the phone to Dash’s teacher. Sorry Ms P. I was listening!)
It’s a goer…
OK. It’s done. The calendar has been wrested and wrangled and sorted, and is off to the printers this week. While I had a little bit of an idea of the fininicky work behind this kind of endeavor (thanks to…