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IDLE TOO LONG…

…well, in blog terms, at least!

So, what have you missed? Not a lot. We had some extremely hot, dry weather which had most of us rushing about with hoses.That would be the daft buggers! The rest of us conducted ourselves in a calm and exemplary manner.We took very good care of our synovial hinge joints. Which, in turn, supported vintners in fire-ravaged  and drought-stricken areas.

You see, your humble blogger does have a social conscience!

We’ve had a little cyclonic disturbance here! By cyclone standards it was pretty ordinary.Well, we all expected much worse from Dylan, as the boffins named it. I think they chose the name as representative of that dopey hippy rabbit on Magic Roundabout!

And now we have good, soaking rain.The gardeners will be happy…

I wandered down to the beach on Friday with a little camera in my pocket.

A casuarina wrenched from its position above the tide line;roots twisted and broken.

 

Casuarina roots torn is the storm

 

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There’s a slipway somewhere under that!

Looks like a juvenile sooty tern.But not sure

 

This poor chap didn’t make it!It might be a juvenile sooty tern, but I don’t know. 

I met people from beach-front houses filling sandbags.A tad late, I thought, given that the King Tide had been and gone!

From Sunset Beach, I walked along Mango Avenue…

Mango becomes a lorikeet feast

 

Where, predictably, mangoes littered the road and became a feast for birds.

Mango after the feast

 

A mango seed after lorikeets had had a party.

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If you click the picture, you can see sooty terns (I think!). Usually, the only seabirds we see up here are a few terns and maybe once in a blue moon, a seagull, probably a silver gull. Different story down at Harbour Beach, The Marina and even , sometimes, CBD. Free-loaders and thugs!

Back home, somewhat damp and salty, I snapped a couple of rude (as in: not polished!) pictures of some Cananga odorata stems. That’s the source of ylangylang perfume,in case you’re wondering. A branch had been knocking against the house roof for ages and The Man was concerned that Dylan might use it as a sort of can opener. So, with a pruning saw on a long handle, he cut the branch. Fortunately, that tree has very soft wood! I brought a couple of stems indoors, but it’s not really a picker. The kitchen smelled nice, though!IMG_4253

Cananga flowers.About as close to Forsythia as I can get in this climate!

Now, the rain has stopped so maybe I’;ll take a load of snapped branches, palm fronds and prunings up to the dump. Glamour queen, that’s me!

 

 


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A HISTORY LESSON

Update  onAnthony http://www.theaustralian.com.au/news/nation/bowen-battered-by-tropical-cyclone-anthony/story-e6frg6nf-1225997094886

 

Because, as the pundits watching events in Cairo(and, indeed, in Washington ,DC) keep telling us, we must know the truth. We cannot allow emotions to cloud the facts.

But first, an amusing diversion…

A friend recently wrote that he was delighted to find in his mail box a flyer claiming that he could “have sex at seventy-seven!”

My friend said that, as he lived at #3, it wouldn’t take long to walk home afterwards…

He’s a bit of a wag, this friend.Sends me all manner of funny stories. Today, he’s sent me this link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jWFq-v7TKdQ

A couple of hours ago (0500 EST/USA, or 5am New York) Queenslanders were expecting the cyclone to cross the coast in a few hours, probably around Townsville/Bowen

So the poor buggers further south had better refill those sandbags.

Here’s a sunbird, incubating eggs. A happy image!

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sunbird on nest


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OVER THE SEA…

…and back again.

I think I’ve come to the conclusion that travelling has limited appeal for me these days.

Seeing old familiar places and people is lovely. Seeing new places and meeting new people is exciting. New tastes and trends, unfamiliar tongues, all wonderful.

It’s the travelling bit that I’m getting tired of. Being herded onto enormous aeroplanes with far too many seats and no elbow room has lost any romantic appeal it might have had. Perhaps I’m just getting old?

So, did I have fun in the Land of the Long White Cloud? Yes!

This was a family-oriented trip, but I did set aside one day for playtime. I’d heard about the art exhibitions held in a woolshed, but had never timed my holidays to coincide until now.

So…off we went, in bright sunshine, heading for the wildlife sanctuary at Tawharanui.

And this time, we went through the new Orewa Tunnel. (It was being built on the last visit.)

Yes, it does look a bit like something from Hobbiton! And I think the Hobbits might have managed things a little better. A lot better, probably!

We stopped at Warkworth (see my banner, above) for coffee and The Man picked up a brochure about the Woolshed show. A very helpful woman suggested he might also like to see another show, nearby, and gave him another brochure.

Coffee-fuelled, we set off for the first exhibition, by the Mahurangi Group.

wonderful weathered barn, housing some stunning art.

Regular readers will be familiar with Barnacle Goose in my comments. Over the past year or so, Carol and I have formed a wonderful cyber-friendship and we hoped to meet at Tawharanui.

Well, sometimes Fate has other plans…

Esther and I were looking at sculptures by another friend and I glanced up to see Carol! She and her friends were also “doing both shows.”

We’re standing in front of some woven iron strips by  popular artist, Jeff Thomson.

And guess who we bumped into, a couple of hours later at the Tawharanui show?

I do have a few more pictures, but have not sorted them all yet and there’s a bit of yard work to do ahead of the cyclone.

Yes, Ului is expected to cross the coast tonight or tomorrow morning. Although  some way north of us and downgraded to Category 2, it’s still going to be pretty breezy so we’re battening hatches and restraining loose objects.

There was some “panic-buying” at the supermarket yesterday. All I can say is if one family eats ALL the cans of beans they bought it will contribute greatly to methane emissions…


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THIS AND THAT

Asking a working writer what he thinks about critics is like asking a lamp post how it feels about dogs.

  – Christopher Hampton

Seemed like an appropriate way to begin today…Certainly, more droll than the Reuters’ report of Cameroonian thugs smashing street stalls so that the place will ” look tidy for the papal visit…” I think I’ll check my Kiva account to see if I can do something useful there. The Vatican certainly isn’t helping.

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I wonder how many readers noticed that the cyclone map I posted last week was “live” and updated every few hours? I thought that was pretty cool, especially as I only put it up by the “posting for dummies” method of  copy and paste.! 🙂 I see it’s half-off the screen today as Wee Hamish heads out to sea.

No major damage here and, thankfully, not as much as there could have been along the coast to the south. Tremendous seas and some flooding  of flat spots, but, given that Hamish had a top rating, not bad at all.

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For years I have encouraged and supported organic growing, especially in school systems. Sometimes, the best teachers take up the challenge and, believe me, it IS a challenge! Sometimes, it all seems too hard and the enthusiasm wanes. But pop across to m.heart’s blog and see what can be done.  Warms the cockles, this does.

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I spent some time yesterday messing about with shellac and turps and other smelly chemicals. The weather was right out of a tourist brochure – blue skies, sunshine, light breeze. Perfect for drying stuff out of doors. I almost forgot to bring in the last of my “art” at dusk. Almost.  If  I’d left things out…Man! Just after midnight, I was woken by the sound of palms lashing the house and rain drumming on the roof. Think: Trinidad steel band and you’ll have an idea.

I raced around, tilting windows and shutters, flung down a few towels where rain had already puddled and went back to bed just as the violence eased. The weather map sure as shootin’ didn’t tell me that one was coming!

This is some of what I was doing. Collograph plates which (when I’m satisfied they are worth printing!) will be inked and printed onto paper.

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I still have some work to do on them…


A change of pace now…

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This is what I call shiny!

 

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The chaps putting their backs into it. 

The Mustang is back in our carport, awaiting the next procedure. And what is that? I hear you ask.  “That” is a piece of bureaucratic nonsense in my book.

In order to register this car, which is being restored to its original state, we must comply with current regulations. These regulations state that ALL vehicles must be fitted with child restraints in the rear compartment. Yes, even if it’s a sports car and even if we don’t have children and certainly no intention of  allowing miniature trolls in the car. 

I don’t see why we cannot run with the “original” non-belted rear compartment and leave the child restraints to the next owner. But , no. Somewhere, some pen-pusher has a job to do. So…we are having special plates welded-and-bolted to the rear panels. Funny, my definition of “original” must be from a different dictionary.

I’m off to have a haircut.  Oh! Can life get any  more exciting…