Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Home. Show all posts

Friday, December 23, 2011

The Thunder Drums

A storm is coming over the hills. Thunderheads of rolling iron sweeping past our valley. My brother and I took photos:


Just after we took these, a wedge-tailed eagle circled overhead, then was gone.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Pielight

Pielight, the love story of an ordinary girl, and a blackberry pie.... :)

The other day, Jake, Thomas, Laura & I decided to endure denim in the sweltering heat all in the name of blackberries. The great, feral prickle bush that had at some point in the dim past decided our creek bed would be a good place to take root was practically groaning under the weight of the scrawny purple fruit, daring us to risk the outer layer of skin for it.
Challenge accepted.

Needless to say, we picked everything within reach. Half an ice-cream container full later and the sun beggining to set, the conversation began of just what we were going to do with our meagre though magnificent harvest.

Eventually, we settled on a pie. >>


Best. Damn. Pie. Ever! .... Yeah, take that Twilight fans! I'ma EAT THE HERO Mwahahahaa! ...Guess what I'm having for leftovers? XP

Fiend of the refrigerator,

Lemmy :)

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Rain Day (The World ouside the walls)

Today was a RainDay, I mean it when I say it... our dusty, sunburnt November has been washed away with holing wind and driving sheets of H2O... The world outside the walls has never smelt so good- rising in tricky columns of steam from the warm, rain-beaten ground...

(a little pic of the cherry-tree from under the brim of my battered umbrella,)

The sound was almost deafening.. there was so much energy in the air, my hair practically stood on-end!

And the scent of it all: the bitumen, growing, blooming, winding, soft earth, frenzy, whisper, lacquered, snipped, mown, left-to-go-feral, stagnant-water, rising into oblivion, clouds, sunlight, dried-then-drenched glory that is Rainy Days!

Our water tanks overflowed (both of them):
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As did the guttering>>
...Now, hours later, the rain has relented to little more than a begruding drizzle (a mere shadow of the torrents that dashed our windows earlier today)... And us? ...Why, now we can enjoy the best part of all: The PUDDLES!!
Signing off with an almost childish enthusiasm;
Leah Mae, :D

Saturday, October 31, 2009

If you're EVIL & you know it Clap Your Hands!


Happy Hallowe'en everyone! Though we don't tend to celebrate Halowe'en in Australia, sometimes you can't help but get into the spirit.... pardon the pun.... we started with a little pumpkin-carving, fondly nicknaming our pumpkin 'Scarface' because of the scabby grey marks under his evilly winking eye....
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How's this for scary?:
...Jakie contributed by giving the camera his best "I'm going to kill you" face with the pumpkin-carving knife.. if you look close you can see the orange bits in the blade... he makes quite the convincing murderous-psychopath, doesn't he? ...Scared the collywobbles out of Mam when she first saw 'Jake's madman-mug-shot'...

A touch of the occult to weird (or should I say 'Wyrd"?!) things up a bit... Some skillful photo-shop brings out an eerie glow from the crystal, and the symbols luminesce freakishly... it was a joke photo but I like the way it scrubbed up and decided it was worth posting....
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Blood, anyone???:
...Just kidding guys, it's portello cordial, kindergarden strength! makes a reasonably convincing table-centerpiece though- ....Kinda brings back the craving for the edible fake-blood we used in Jekyll & Hyde: Mint flavour! Ah, production memories....! mmm....
*Laughs* Well, whatever you're up to wherever you are in the world, have a great evening; and be on the watch for them boogie-men!!!

Morrigan aruna dei Samhain Sabbat, il'medora! ...translation: HAPPY HALLOWE'EN EVERYONE!
...SidewaysSmileyFace, :)
Leah-Mae.

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Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Spring into Summer...


It's all too easy to get caught up in the sweet domesticity of home, the subtle changes in where things are stored, displayed; how they're cleaned and maintained, or if it's the wrong season to bother with them at all... the details to be relished in how the knick-knacs inside the house can reflect the transition of the world beyond the garden.
I took the time (Sundial) to wander 'round the dwelling and snap afew things that have changed already....

The dried herbs- no longer needed for hearty winter meals, and would be out-of-sorts in the light summer salads of the warmer days... I'll soon have to store them in jars or something, 'else they'll go to waste..

The piano will be stored in our hallway until Gran can sell it, as there's no room for it in her little nursing home closet- how she must miss it!
Jake seems to have taken a liking to it, and though he can't play, has an ear to it enough to send mournful, rippling tunes echoing over the balcony in the evenings and afternoons; we've offered to organise lessons, but he doesn't appear too keen on the idea....

Our newest chookens, Nugget, Noodle, and Dumpling, have shot up while I wasn't looking... no longer the gawky fledglings I remember from our autumn frenzy to have a new chook-house ready for their arrival, they strut around with the full, glossy feathers and proud expressions of hens who lay more eggs than we can eat, and allow it to get to their vanity more than a tad!...

And finally, to the muddy gumboots stacked neatly by the back door, aside from a (very) highly unlikely late-spring flood (we haven't got our hopes up), they'll languish here until next June, peering expectantly up at us as we pass by in our floppy thongs, wishing for the months when the splashes of creeks and puddles are their pride and joy...
Yes, the hilly surrounds are browning off already, the backyard follwing in suit; and like a tiny marsupial creature, Inspiration is waking my imagination; whispering to me of Sunburn, BBQ's and sparkling sea-salt christmases.

I just LOVE summer... it's so close I can almost smell it!
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Friday, October 23, 2009

Hello, I come from Pyalong (photos)

My Front Gate >
The Creek Ford >
My Glorious Sky (I wake up to this) >

My home town... possibly the most beautiful place it in the world... you've not likely ever heard of it before; but I wouldn't want to live anywhere else... :)
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