1. Well, here I am, now in Camberwell, and it is about about 9 years since my last entry and July 2019 is just arriving. Of course with the usual surprise, the rea

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She's home again

Well it's nearly 10 years since I have made an entry on this blog and am trying to resurrect it so here goes. One notable change is that my sister and I, the last of the Mohicans,have both got old.She is now 95 and I am 88. Lorna is back home from a week in the St Vincents Hospital at Werribee, and we have just had lunch together.Just a few weeks earlier than that Lorna fell and broke her right leg and they had to put a tube in it. She has recovered remarkably from that and after a skin condition from which most of her hair fell out she had recovered and all her hair has re grown and has some dark amongst it' Her children and grandchildren have been wonderful through all of this and especially her son Peter who has taken much of the load.

Springtime in theHeart (of Rowville)

Within walking distance from our house is the Churchill National Park. I don't walk there as much as I should because there are no dogs allowed, and "Monty" is a dog.



Today I "snuck" out on Monty, toiled my way through the park to the top NE gate which opens out into the Lysterfield park area. It was there I discovered the "Woodland Walk". I walked along there for about a Kilometer until the track turned left and disappeared down a steep gully. I stopped, I'd been caught before, what goes down just has to come up again. Like New Guinea!



The log (above) looked good, even though it teetered a little as I sat on it.
I opened my sandwich, poured out my milk coffee and enjoyed the sun on my back and the sweet silence of the Australian bush. I thought to myself, "it doesn't get much better than this"
After my repast I thought to open a little New Testament I had with me, thinking to myself, "God might have something to say to me"
I was reading in The Acts of the Apostles, where an angel had led Peter out of a prison and he found himself knocking on the door of a house where people had gathered to pray for his release, and they didn't let him in because they wouldn't believe the girl who was telling them that Peter was at the front door, what a laugh!
Suddenly the silence of the bush was shattered by the bounding of about a dozen kangaroos, a few of them half grown, some went by close on my left and others on my right, one even went by on my right about two metres away and at shoulder height.
I was surprised to remember afterwards that my loud response at the time was "Hooley Dooley".




I went back to the book God has out, and after a while I was aware that there was an unusual buzzing of bees. I walked over to investigate, keeping a safe distance from
source of the buzzing, I saw that hundreds of bees were going in and coming out of the hole in a dead tree pictured above. This reminded me of some of our exploits in the early days in the Mallee robbing beehives which were not always successful, but always hilarious,in retrospect.We didn't always use smoke!



After reading a little longer, I looked up and noticed several ears sticking up above the grassy edge about 30 metres away. Each pair of ears had two very curious eyes underneath them, and that was all that was showing. It looked quite comical.
One older chap took the opportunity to sneak around the side of me for a closer look but by the time I got my camera on him he was merging into the bush.



As I began to walk back I plugged in a tiny radio that I had taken along.
Australian Aboriginal people were speaking on this program about the land being their land in spite of the fact of the boat people that came along in recent days and changed nearly everything.
As they spoke I could only wonder at the spiritual aspect that permeated all there understanding.
The boat people that came now think they own the place, and as for their spirituality or lack thereof, they get terribly agitated even if they think
that it might be mentioned in schools that there is the possibility of intelligent design in the creation.
Oh dear me, did I say creation?, I think even might upset many of them.




Spring Time is great, especially Spring Time in the heart

The Shed

I made bold plans as I lay in my bed. I would do it. I would, as it were, "Storm the Bastille".My plan was as simple as it was clever. It was going to be an all out frontal attack on THE SHED



Lawlessness was prevailing out there
There would be nothing less than Revolution, a new order would prevail., (at least some sort of order)



Rubbish would be swept up, long cherished items would be thrown out in a perfunctory manner, There would be no mercy, "no prisoners would be taken"




There would be a place for EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING would be in it's place.
"You may call me a dreamer, but I'm not the only one". The sweet words were running through my mind.



The first thing that fell under my stern gaze was the weedsprayer.
It was heavy and always hard to put on my back.
My plan was clever. I would make a hook for it at shoulder height in the secondary shed. As I was doing that I noticed that the lawlessness that abounded in shed one was also rampant in shed 2



As I repaired to my computer desk for a rest, I had this quiet sense of achievement deep within, but as I surveyed my desk top unease began to creep into my conciousness.
There was something about my desk top that was like the shed, lawlessness was abounding.
The mist was lifting, I had been diverted from my noble cause by some clever subliminal message eminating from "The Shed"



What to do?
As you can see some good things come out of the shed.
Maybe a compromise is called for.
Like Wellington said when he defeated Napoleon, "It was a close run thing"
I am not giving up, I will attack again tomorrow at dawn.
"We will overcome one day" and then Conputer desk, Watch out!