Spelled

Yesterday afternoon and again this afternoon, the sun came out. What is more magical than sunshine after so much rain? What is more wonderful than the warmth of it on your back as you sit outside (outside! without getting wet!) and eat your lunch on a stool on a sleepy Sunday afternoon?

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And as you sit and soak it in, you soak in everything else, everything and everyone else must surely also be soaking in the long-gone sunshine, drinking it up. You feel the company you’re in, the togetherness of it, the shared experience. And you sink deeper. The softening rush of the creek, and underneath that, or above it, woven with it the drowsy-making whirr and rasp of crickets, surely the greatest spell-makers of all. As soon as I tune into their songs I am transported, deeper into now, it’s as if their voices have little hands, little arms that twine and wrap around me and take me out of my mind and into here. Suddenly, peace is immense and all-powerful, and all the crowding thoughts and concerns and fears and human stuff seem tiny, inconsequential, irrelevant. It’s easy to slip back into the space where human-stuff is all important. Way too easy. But as soon as I tune into the crickets I’m spellbound again, spelled, released from the all-too familiar habit of all-important human-ness.

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Home. It loves me. I am blessed.

I have done the preliminary tests and yes, it's easy to make a hole in both kinds of quandong seeds! Just gonna see if I can 'season' them a little, soak them in oil or rub them with beeswax.

I have done the preliminary tests and yes, it’s easy to make a hole in both kinds of quandong seeds! Just gonna see if I can ‘season’ them a little, soak them in oil or rub them with beeswax.

Yet to discover what these blooms are. Found them windblown from a neighbour's tree - tall and rainforesty-looking. The crystal is one Tarn found a little further up the creek, a couple of years ago. It has a slightly pinkish tinge to its toothy-ness.

Yet to discover what these blooms are. Found them windblown from a neighbour’s tree – tall and rainforesty-looking. The crystal is one Tarn found a little further up the creek, a couple of years ago. It has a slightly pinkish tinge to its toothy-ness.

No idea what these little beetles are called. They look like they belong to the stinkbug clan by the shape of them. They've been in that spot (on an iris leaf on the edge of the pond) for a few days now.

No idea what these little beetles are called. They look like they belong to the stinkbug clan by the shape of them. They’ve been in that spot (on an iris leaf on the edge of the pond) for a few days now.

Ponds are magical & spellbinding, too. So many layers of reflection and depth. The pond is full and clear and there are soooo many tadpoles and frogs.

Ponds are magical & spellbinding, too. So many layers of reflection and depth. The pond is full and clear and there are soooo many tadpoles and frogs.

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I didn't dare go any closer in case  startled them. These Brown Cuckoo-Doves have been daily afternoon visitors on the driveway. Gorgeous, graceful, chocolatey beings. Not so graceful when they walk, though, which is more of a comical waddle.

I didn’t dare go any closer in case startled them. These Brown Cuckoo-Doves have been daily afternoon visitors on the driveway. Gorgeous, graceful, chocolatey beings. Not so graceful when they walk, though, which is more of a comical waddle.

The girls

The girls

The sidekicks

The sidekicks

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