Little pecks of powder…
My daughter is a contrast of traits, a kaleidescope of girly girl and rough-and-tumble and feisty and sweet.. For instance, she adores makeup. Which is a bit strange, because I wear minimal colour on my face. And yet, she is…
My Dad: A life-force
I wrote a little while ago about my Mum. And I have mentioned my Dad (or Pagi as he is tagged by my kids) a few times in passing. And I suddenly realised that it’s probably a bit rude of…
More Bull! With Manners Please…
I was going to do a Wordless Wednesday pic series. Then I realised that I don’t do wordless very well. And it’s not Wednesday. So I didn’t. … You all got me thinking, with your reaction last post to this…
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…
Words weavers
The Amazing Shirley, at Rhubarb Whine, recently did a beautiful post on the love of language. It rang true with me… while I’m not into the type of verbose prose that numbs one’s brain into submission, I do adore the…
One Little Woman. Lots of Little Bulls.
It’s weaner handling time here at the Granite Glen house. I would call it a homestead, but that would make it all sounds a bit …grand. So instead of something grand, you need to clear you mind of anything remotely…
Hands…
This is kinda Wordless Wednesday … with a few words! … I want to take a whole series of images of two hands… not in the Heath Ledger sense, but in the Granite Glen generational sense. Today’s post is my…
The Old Saddleroom
As you may have picked up, I love old stuff. I need to say that upfront. I love it – especially through the lens of my D100. Old stuff like this. And this. But sometimes old stuff is, well, not…
Turps and time…
A clearing sale is an amazing place to be. Especially in the Aussie bush. It’s social. It’s hectic. It’s competitive. And (when you are catering for the hordes of bargain hunters) it’s busy. Real busy. The one my son’s school’s…
Slim to Freddy… back through Garth to Keith.
I went through a very long phase in my life when I didn’t like country music… I was brought up on Slim Dusty and Johnny Cash and Olivia Newton John. I was not into silly dusty old, boot scootin’ country…