Do you think she thought we couldn’t spot her?
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I'll Give You a Letter For That
It was a cool summer evening just after the rain
A toad was out walking – she calls herself Jane.
Hopping and jumping and humming a tune
In her head she was thinking “now, where is the moon”?
The clouds had rolled in, they had covered the stars,
She couldn’t see Jupiter. Or Venus. Or Mars.
It was too dark to see, she may have been lost
To the pond she must get, whatever the cost.
As she stumbled along, her mind full of beaus
She leapt startled, something cold brushed her toes!
“Oh my! What was that?” and thinking the worst
She turned and she stared, her heart fit to burst.
“I’m too young to die! Oh please leave me be”
But as her eyes focused in the dark she could see
Two eyes stuck on stalks were staring right back.
T’was a small slimy snail – he calls…
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As far as I can tell, there is only one Pink Jacaranda (Stereospermum kunthianum) in the park.
Each spring I keep a look out for it tucked away – inconspicuously for most of the rest of the year – in a small dip just as you enter through the east gate.
The Pink Jacaranda is not just a pretty face. According to Wikipedia it is traditionally used for a number of medical ailments, including pharyngeal affections, leprosy, subcutaneous parasitic infections and other skin afflictions, venereal diseases, diarrhoea, dysentery, and as antiemetics. However, WebMD cautions that there is no real evidence to support any claims of its efficacy for these condidtions.
After a tumultuous and heartbreaking few years I find myself being nudged in the direction of dusting off my camera and keyboard.
Please watch this space.
The noise from my futile attempts – the dogs had helped a bit too, with some excited barking – had by now woken Piet and spurred him into getting out of bed and joining me under the tree.
And this is how Piet came to be at the top of a ladder rescuing a kitten out of a rotting dead tree in the middle of a cold May night. (I thought it salient to not draw his attention to all the wood-louse spiders that had come out from under the bark to see what all the fuss was about)
Hobo was a street cat who adopted my son one day when she walked in off the street and took up residence in his house. She was well known among the locals, and every day while he was at work she would walk about, visiting and greeting old friends along the way.
A few years ago my visit to family in the UK coincided with an ‘Art In The Window’ event, where retailers, restaurants and individuals showcased artwork in shop windows and even the front window of their homes.
My son and his partner, both talented artists, had joined in the fun.
The town became an open air art gallery, and it became impossible to “quickly pop out to the shops” – on any journey outdoors I found myself distracted and delayed as the various and varied displays along the way caught my eye.
One morning I was sitting in my son’s front room when I heard a commotion outside on the street. There was lots of ooing and aahing and laughing and a small crowd had gathered in front of his house.
I snuck outside to join them and to try to eavesdrop on what they were saying about the art.
As well as the art on display, they were also looking at this little poser, and wondering how much she was selling for.
This poor bird certainly drew the short straw when it came to names.
For years he was known as a Dikkop in birding circles, an Afrikaans word which means ‘Thick Head’. Now that’s not very respectful, is it?
Recently those clever people who do these sorts of things decided to change his name, and in doing so did the bird no favours. Thick Head became Thick-Knee, but all his friends still call him ‘Old Thicky’.
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