Among my many annoying habits…
…is my uncanny ability to land a really good park – it’s like an Olympic sport to me. I despise bad parks. And I have not lost my touch despite being bush-bound for three years. . A few basic good-park…
Monotones and My Girl
One of my favourite bloggers is holding a little contest on her blog at the moment. It’s calling for black-and-white images from bloggy photographers, and while I don’t tend to do the ‘who has the best photo’ thing too often…
Messin’ with Mirages
I hate to harp on in my weekly (kinda, sorta) weather reports here at the Bush Babe blog… but have I mentioned its a bit hot? Uncomfortably, sweatily, ruddy-faced hot. Make-up sliding right off your face and onto the floor…
Vignette #2: A Real Good Mother
We have had lots of highlights and a couple of lowlights with our calving this year. We pride ourselves on breeding low-maintenance cattle and excellent mothering cows. But when something happens that leaves a calf unusually vulnerable, we humans try…
Vignette #1: Are You My Mother?
I am calling this a vignette – one of two I will post in the next few hours. You will see why when the second arrives – if I’d tried to jam it all into one, it’d cause some sensory…
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…
Clouds, Calendars and Gratitude
It’s been just 5 days since I posted off a big batch of my BB calendars into the outside world. I took over the local Post Office, drove the staff there all nuts because I wanted stamps instead of those…
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…
The Mail Run – by BB and Violet
We get mail twice a week here at Granite Glen. Our lovely mail lady (who travels hundreds of kilometres each run) pokes our bundle of bills and papers into this old red cream can about one kilometre from the house.…