Three Mothers


My Mum’s Mum

Pretty hot for someone born in 1898
This was before she embarked on her 50+ year marriage.

Mum's Mum

 Mum and Me

In wartime austerity

She taught me to love words

Hand coloured by Len McLennan

Mum of my children

Still as feisty as she always was!

That was a wicked glint in the eye!

mum o' my kids

Today is Mother’s Day in Australia

Hypnotic Dog


feed me

Cap’n Jack Budgerigah


A’sailing the Bunbury Inlet on the good ship Orange Pearl, looking for treasure ships to board and trying to avoid Davy Jones!

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Why Sally Is Not Allowed Inside!


Sally, the VERY wet sorta-Labrador

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Forty Six Years Ago


CLICHES
All I can use are cliches
Overused
Like breakfast dishes
Coloured in Chinese Willow
Beauty debased by familiarity
All the words were used
Long before we met
By others, to whom a muse
granted a ready tongue, yet
For the first time I love you
A new love and no new phrases
All I can use are cliches.

Thank you, Buff, for forty-six wonderfully interesting years.

For three wonderful children and our eight grandchildren

And cricket

And for you being you!

Life Tales; The Tasty Lamb


A long time ago, back in the dark ages of the late ’40’s, my brother and I lived on  series of farms as our father moved around.

On one farm, possibly in Dalwallinu, or maybe Cunderdin (Wheatbelt towns for those outside Western Australia) we used to clean our teeth each night leaning over the edge of the verandah.

Mum had a habit of adopting little lambs if they were orphaned.

One year she adopted a cute little lamb and watched it grow despite our boyish enthusiasm for using it as motive power when we were tired of pedalling out little pedal car. We never did manage to get Lambsie to “fetch” like a real pet would.

We also did not notice it was developing two bumps on its head.

One day, after some months of playing with Mum’s pet, we were cleaning our teeth and leaning over the edge of the verandah, a couple of feet in the air, which is quite a distance if you are only a couple of feet tall!

We were concentrating on what we were doing and didn’t notice Lambsie coming up behind us.

Suddenly my brother was butted in the backside and over he went, face first into the dirt!

I started laughing so hard at his discomfort that I didn’t notice Lambsie come up behind me!

With both of us bawling our eyes out, Mum came out to see what had happened.

She laughed at us and called Dad out to see. Dad comforted us by promising that we would not be bothered by the young ram, Lambsie, again!

That Sunday, Lambsie was the best tasting Roast Lamb we had ever had!

Mouth Open In Wonder. Want Reflex In Full Cry!


Here in Australia we have just had Father’s Day.

Now I know what my children chose not to give me!

MEANIES!

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