Gardens, Neighbours, Weekends, Views

It is the weekend, that lovely time when I only have to look after myself and my garden. It makes me feel like I can survive here. God grant me many weekends. Here is a picture of the garden which has grown all by itself with the automatic watering gadget and will soon give me broccoli as well as ongoing pleasure. I would love to have a cat or dog for company but feel morally agonised over the idea of bringing some critter out here just for a short time - though if I could find someone to take it after I leave, it would be great to have someone to pat. Meantime I make do with looking after the garden. And my teddy, Mindfulness Bear.

Been listening to Noel Pearson on the contribution of welfare dependency to addiction and abuse in communities - and I was surprised to realise that I agree with him, despite his somewhat aggro and arrogant delivery. I should be able to relate - if anger is a product of feeling powerless and helpless, I know a bit about that. The whole issue of the govt supporting Kenn in his addictions and self-destruction has grieved me so much for years, I can readily appreciate how it must be for Noel.

More photos: the view from the back verandah and the backyard .










I turned on the tele the other night to see a bizarrely hilarious doco on the brush turkey...and here is a photo of my endless favourite tissue-paper evening sky over the honey ant dreaming hill.

I am thinking about taking up Irish step-dancing. It requires very strong leg muscles, our ancestors must have been a hardy lot of peasants. The first step for me is getting my muscles up to their standard. You can imagine me hopping around the kitchen to my trad irish music in the mornings, getting warm enough to tackle the washing up or get to work. If I keep it up I may get a DVD with the real steps and learn in earnest - it's gotta be the very best thing for my osteoporosis.