As always, lovely. We're on a weekend away "glamping" at Mount Tamborine - or is it Tamborine Mountain - in the Gold Coast hinterland. There's finally a chill in the air, and we've lit the fire pit outside our "tent". A kookaburra has come down for a chat and below the river gurgles. Right now, it sounds lovely, but my husband chuckled that it will keep me awake tonight. He's probably right.
Stunning, stunning, video which left me smiling and more comfortable within myself than I have felt in a while.
Living in a city as I do, can mean having less social connections. Gosh it takes an extraordinary amount of effort to find those connections. I envy you your
“Country pals” you all seem to be living in a calm, gentle and fulfilling ways. I do enjoy these snap shots of your life.
Hi Krystyna. It's funny, isn't it, how the city can be such an isolating place. It literally comes down to street by street and then most folks are at walk all day anyway.
In the country, there's just a little bit more time, a laidback attitude as well. It's nice.
And thank you for liking Knots. That's heartwarming to hear.
Thank you, you spoke my thoughts at the end. We all tend to forget - ignore - the inevitable that creeps up on us (if we're lucky to still be here). And, yes, it's a worry what is happening to Nature. But, as we walk along the Pembrokeshire coastal path, see the wild flowers, the strength of the waves, the seabirds, I also see the fight back.
Hi Judith. It's something I was surprised to be confronted with.
I remember when someone who lived life large died early and his wife looked at my mother on the other side of the room at the wake, and said quite baldly '...and yet there's 80 year olds still alive. Where's the justice?' One makes allowances for grief but my mother would have been so hurt if she had heard that comment.
Elders are no different to any other age-group -are they? We're people with brains, with bodies, with thoughts and feelings. It's all about respect and empathy, isn't it?
Re Nature, I have this feeling of hope - that she is resilient, far more than we humans. Onwards, with a soft footfall.
Interesting, your observation of of how a more introverted personality and a community more open to chatting with strangers (friendly acquaintances) might come together to reduce the feelings of invisibility some experience. I think I have both of those in play here and, like you, haven't felt an especially sharp sting from slipping into the background. Recognizing, of course, that I live with someone who gives me plenty of attention.
I hear you on wanting to say, "Wait till it's your turn!" Talking with friends last night about assisted dying (of course tied to my most recent essay), one woman remarked on how there is a contingent in opposition to the morphine used by hospice care staff. My first thought was that they'd not feel that way if they were the ones making the exit.
Your in town garden is so compact and lovely, Prue. I am very sad for what's happening to the living things in Tasmania. I hope something shifts soon!
There is a tremendous resilience in Australian wildlife during drought. I think its evolution and perhaps the development of areas gives them more feed than they would otherwise have but I would love to scatter hay down our street and see what happens. I suspect they'd eschew the hay for any green feed they can discover in their rambles. Interestingly, they all look very healthy.
The birds are eating every seed in our garden - along with whatever I leave in their feeders. We left most of our quinces for the birds. In our own interests actually because they're such a hard fruit to deal with and we get the benefits of birds in the garden.
I really can't understand folk who are anti-pain relief in palliative care, or anti-dying with dignity. My dad died in hospice care and I worship the medical staff who kept him pain-free and calm with morphine. He wasn't afraid, and I think that speaks volumes.
We had 9 enormous mls of rain this week - it felt like a deluge!!!!
Yes! It spoke to my soul - as did so many nuggets from this week’s thoughts. Your soft down cushions made my soul (and bum) yearn to be there with you, shooting the breeze and sipping pomegranate tea. And, of course, it goes without saying (although I’m saying it) that talk of your garden speaks to my soul…I think it is not just the hope it brings but the actual act of creating and nurturing and, to some extent, controlling this little bit of my world when so much is totally out of my control. I hope you get some rain soon - xxx
You would fit in so well on that verandah. I just know you would love the freedom of expression in Willie's garden.
It's all about creative nurturing when we garden, isn't it? And you're right about giving us a sense of gentle control in a world out of control.
I'm just watching Monty Don in Spain and can see that I need to research the whole Mediterranean look as climate change grasps us. Probably South African plants as well and God help us, Australian plants. God help us because they always look very strangled, I think.
We had a HUGE 9 mls of rain on the coast this last week. I've been in the city and look forward to seeing if that 9 mls has made a difference to our garden. Sadly it will have done nothing to add to the water supply. XXX
I can see you drinking pomegranate tea in beautiful cups so clearly, Prue - and the sea lapping in the background. But it's such a bittersweet, up and down time of life too. I love that you mention all the people that you speak with in shops etc. because it's just the same here. And yes, how those people can often change the way you're feeling just by a kind word or smile. As always though, the Womble steals the show. That face! Those eyes! I look forward to hearing about your days Xo
It's a nice community. We rarely if ever see any nastiness. Dumb behaviour yes, but not nastiness.
Husband, dog and self have just had a day of massive coast walks. Husband's asleep, the pup is asleep and I'm just waiting to turn the oven on to heat up an Ottolenghi tart. My eyes keep double-blinking, so am guessing a Nanna-nap is close. XXXX
As always, lovely. We're on a weekend away "glamping" at Mount Tamborine - or is it Tamborine Mountain - in the Gold Coast hinterland. There's finally a chill in the air, and we've lit the fire pit outside our "tent". A kookaburra has come down for a chat and below the river gurgles. Right now, it sounds lovely, but my husband chuckled that it will keep me awake tonight. He's probably right.
Oooh, the sound of creeks, fountains, streams, waves - they are so soporific! I bet you sleep like a log!
Stunning, stunning, video which left me smiling and more comfortable within myself than I have felt in a while.
Living in a city as I do, can mean having less social connections. Gosh it takes an extraordinary amount of effort to find those connections. I envy you your
“Country pals” you all seem to be living in a calm, gentle and fulfilling ways. I do enjoy these snap shots of your life.
Hi Krystyna. It's funny, isn't it, how the city can be such an isolating place. It literally comes down to street by street and then most folks are at walk all day anyway.
In the country, there's just a little bit more time, a laidback attitude as well. It's nice.
And thank you for liking Knots. That's heartwarming to hear.
Thank you, you spoke my thoughts at the end. We all tend to forget - ignore - the inevitable that creeps up on us (if we're lucky to still be here). And, yes, it's a worry what is happening to Nature. But, as we walk along the Pembrokeshire coastal path, see the wild flowers, the strength of the waves, the seabirds, I also see the fight back.
Hi Judith. It's something I was surprised to be confronted with.
I remember when someone who lived life large died early and his wife looked at my mother on the other side of the room at the wake, and said quite baldly '...and yet there's 80 year olds still alive. Where's the justice?' One makes allowances for grief but my mother would have been so hurt if she had heard that comment.
Elders are no different to any other age-group -are they? We're people with brains, with bodies, with thoughts and feelings. It's all about respect and empathy, isn't it?
Re Nature, I have this feeling of hope - that she is resilient, far more than we humans. Onwards, with a soft footfall.
Interesting, your observation of of how a more introverted personality and a community more open to chatting with strangers (friendly acquaintances) might come together to reduce the feelings of invisibility some experience. I think I have both of those in play here and, like you, haven't felt an especially sharp sting from slipping into the background. Recognizing, of course, that I live with someone who gives me plenty of attention.
I hear you on wanting to say, "Wait till it's your turn!" Talking with friends last night about assisted dying (of course tied to my most recent essay), one woman remarked on how there is a contingent in opposition to the morphine used by hospice care staff. My first thought was that they'd not feel that way if they were the ones making the exit.
Your in town garden is so compact and lovely, Prue. I am very sad for what's happening to the living things in Tasmania. I hope something shifts soon!
There is a tremendous resilience in Australian wildlife during drought. I think its evolution and perhaps the development of areas gives them more feed than they would otherwise have but I would love to scatter hay down our street and see what happens. I suspect they'd eschew the hay for any green feed they can discover in their rambles. Interestingly, they all look very healthy.
The birds are eating every seed in our garden - along with whatever I leave in their feeders. We left most of our quinces for the birds. In our own interests actually because they're such a hard fruit to deal with and we get the benefits of birds in the garden.
I really can't understand folk who are anti-pain relief in palliative care, or anti-dying with dignity. My dad died in hospice care and I worship the medical staff who kept him pain-free and calm with morphine. He wasn't afraid, and I think that speaks volumes.
We had 9 enormous mls of rain this week - it felt like a deluge!!!!
Yes! It spoke to my soul - as did so many nuggets from this week’s thoughts. Your soft down cushions made my soul (and bum) yearn to be there with you, shooting the breeze and sipping pomegranate tea. And, of course, it goes without saying (although I’m saying it) that talk of your garden speaks to my soul…I think it is not just the hope it brings but the actual act of creating and nurturing and, to some extent, controlling this little bit of my world when so much is totally out of my control. I hope you get some rain soon - xxx
You would fit in so well on that verandah. I just know you would love the freedom of expression in Willie's garden.
It's all about creative nurturing when we garden, isn't it? And you're right about giving us a sense of gentle control in a world out of control.
I'm just watching Monty Don in Spain and can see that I need to research the whole Mediterranean look as climate change grasps us. Probably South African plants as well and God help us, Australian plants. God help us because they always look very strangled, I think.
We had a HUGE 9 mls of rain on the coast this last week. I've been in the city and look forward to seeing if that 9 mls has made a difference to our garden. Sadly it will have done nothing to add to the water supply. XXX
Fabulous writing, fabulous video.
I fear the current younger generations who seem obsessed with being visible will have such a shock when they start to become invisible.
Oh great riposte. I might use that when I feel invisible.
I can see you drinking pomegranate tea in beautiful cups so clearly, Prue - and the sea lapping in the background. But it's such a bittersweet, up and down time of life too. I love that you mention all the people that you speak with in shops etc. because it's just the same here. And yes, how those people can often change the way you're feeling just by a kind word or smile. As always though, the Womble steals the show. That face! Those eyes! I look forward to hearing about your days Xo
It's a nice community. We rarely if ever see any nastiness. Dumb behaviour yes, but not nastiness.
Husband, dog and self have just had a day of massive coast walks. Husband's asleep, the pup is asleep and I'm just waiting to turn the oven on to heat up an Ottolenghi tart. My eyes keep double-blinking, so am guessing a Nanna-nap is close. XXXX