A Matter of Opinion: which sunset?
OK. I have a little challenge for you. Don’t run away – it’s not hard. Promise. … Late yesterday I had to pick the boys up from another part of Granite Glen. At 5.30pm. Right on dark. Right on sunset.…
Oi, Oi, Oi!!!
This is wattle – it’s an Aussie bush currently in bloom around Granite Glen… Now, in a seeminly unrelated question: Are you watching the Olympics? Even if you are not a sports nut, the six-ring circus that is the World…
Technology beats the dust: I dream of Jeanie
Some of you may have been wondering where the illustrious/notorious Jeanie has been over the past couple of days… well, folks, I have solved the mystery! She has not been kidnapped and held for ransom… she is, in fact, here.…
(Almost) Wordless Wednesday… Ironbark Sentries
At some angles, the trees through which our ‘driveway’ winds appear random, wild, haphazard… . They are called ironbarks, planted by Mother Nature many years ago. Stern, stalwart, steady. . And then, when you look at a certain angle…. it…
Mist-ical drive
I’m not really in the mood for yarning today, folks. Must be the weather (and the mountain of washing, folding, vaccuming and tidying facing me down). Really, I’d rather watch a windmill spin. Anything. I do not heart housework!…Instead, I…
State of the Art, Baby!
I was inspired to do this post by the Pioneer Woman, herself… Ree posted about their state of the art hay picking-up machinery thingies (that was possibly not the technical term but you’ll have to check with her to get…
Ride with Bush Babe
Once upon a time a young Bush Babe was a very keen rider. You could say that I was obsessed with any equine. Thelwell ponies, Arabian steeds, gleaming Quarterhorses, athletic bovine-savvy Australian stockhorses… if it had four hooves and whinnied,…
The ‘Old Stuff’ disease
I love old stuff.You may have noticed. I cannot NOT photograph it. It’s a sickness. … When I started this little blog, it was supposed to be a spot to file my photos of kids and lifestyle. Somewhere to put…
Trees and me…
A little conversation doing the rounds lately has involved trees. Shirley at Rhubarb Whine suggested she might be a willow (if she were a tree) and that I might be a gum. One could suggest that imbibing a more grass-like…
Loo with the (Hilton) View, cont’
Last post I shared our little outhouse and its sweeping paddock views. I think I should point out that this is not actually our HOUSE toilet. I know we live in the sticks, an’ all, but we have actual indoor…