Another new student at SCU

This little fella was outside my office at the university. Obviously a post-graduate student, even though he seems to have got his trees mixed up a little (you're supposed to eat eucalypt, lad, not Bangalow Palm)

Blue sky

This is what the world looks like when you are sitting holding your daughter's pony for her as she swims in the creek, and you look up.

The pony's name is Blue - because he has blue eyes.

Chinese wheelbarrow

The original was made in the Han Dynasty, somewhere between 206 BC and 220 AD. This version was made by Tess on Sunday afternoon on the back deck.

She used board, papier mache, poster paint (thank you Briony!), fimo and a good dose of concentration.

Myself, I really like the goose. A superb likeness. Good work, Tess!

How to hold a baby bandicoot

Very gently. Like this.

Morning mist

Worth getting up early for.

I'm asleep

Do not disturb.

Those were the days

This photo shows Tess riding her pony to school on her last day of primary school, last year (she now goes to the local high school). We often used the horses as transport to and from school. Here below is a snippet from my writings, jotted in 2005 (Cooper, alas, is no more as his soul crossed the rainbow bridge in 2007 and his body rests deep underground in the bottom paddock)

Rain

I decided to pick the girls up from school this afternoon, on the horse.
Rain bucketing down, the horse and I canter along the track to school.
Slick with sweat and water
we clop through the school gates, turn left at the girls’ toilets, and pull up under the covered play area, hooves loud on the concrete, the canopy redirecting the rain to fall in rivulets from the roof. The girls tumble out of the library, yelling “Cooooooper!!!!!!”.
With practiced ease, Tess tucks her bare foot on mine in the stirrup, grabs my hand and swings onto the horse’s rump in one fluid movement. I lift Yarrow onto the saddle in front of me.
“Let’s go home, Mum”
I turn the horse and we clop out of the school gates, together on the horse in the teeming rain.

Emily

Today's post is supplied by Yarrow.

Emily

by Yarrow

This picture is with me (Yarrow) and my sister Tess and my foster-sister Emily. Here we had made spiced biscuits, and made them into shapes of people. My mother asked me "What to you is so special about Emily?" Well here is a list of things that are special about her:

• She is loving
• She is caring
• She is fun
• She is imaginative
• She is patient
• She is giving
• She is funny
• She is pretty

And a whole lot of other things! And here is a list of things that aren't special about her:

• Ummmmm....

So Emily you are very special and we all love you!

River height after the rain

After one night of heavy rain ... very heavy rain ... the Wilsons River has risen from it's customary 1 or 2 metres deep to nearly 8 metres deep (not unusual here, really). Hmmm. If it goes over 8 metres it'll flood the bridge ... I'll have to go the long way round ... Hmm. Better leave work now and head home ...