After being woken at 3am to the sound of a howling cat (or possibly a hunting bunyip – you never know in rural Australia), I was bleary-eyed and irritable. To divest myself of this cloak of darkness, I decided to go for a walk. As soon as the sunlight brushed the treetops, I was pounding … More It just shows that nothing is ever straight-forward. Not even bunyips.
When my elderly neighbour, Walt, went to visit his daughter for a few weeks, I volunteered to look after his garden. After a lengthy conversation and several panicked glances over to my yard, he stopped arguing, nodded wearily and pointed out where he kept the bug spray, hoe and sprinklers. The first week sailed by. I … More A little accident in the garden
I was invited to a school fete. Inside me said, no way, you’re not going to that – it’s all finger-painted ice-cream sticks and mothers racking up brownie points from the principal. But outside me smiled politely and said, sure, I’d love to support the local school. Even if the kids do smell like home-made … More Sucker punch
“Is it my fault the chickens ate my homework?” “It is when you smear it with honey and seed and leave it in the chicken coop.” “I had to. I hate algebra.” “You think the chickens don’t?” “I saw Bock-Bock scratching triangles in the dirt. I just put two and two together.” “Did you … More Counting chickens
People say it’s healthy and fun to be outdoors. WRONG. The last time I went on a dedicated outdoors excursion, was long before I was married. I went because a friend begged me to come, and there happened to be a gorgeous gentleman also attending. NOT because I thought, “oh yeah, hey, let’s go traipsing off … More Avoiding the outdoors…at least in heels