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🎨 I paint the sky ✏️ I write to think 🕊️ Poetry is necessary in dark times 🧹 GOW, allergic to cats 🦘 AusPol 🌱 There will be weeds ☕️ And there’d better be coffee ⛔️ No DMs

A reader with opinions and beliefs is holding a just purchased book, DISCIPLINE, by Dr Randa Abdel-Fatta.
Close-up of a baby potted tomato plant with seven flowers on one stem. An optimistic (it’s a cold spring) potential truss of cherry tomatoes.
A potted tomato seedling and its optimistic single flower (today there are two). Despite the heating having to go back on this week - the prevailing wisdom is to wait till November to plant tomatoes in my part of the world.
Jane Goodall: people think hope is wishful thinking, and actually hope is about action. From the Wiser Than Me podcast with Julia Louis-Dreyfus.
New leaves and stems on a recently trimmed rosebush are covered in juicy green aphids. For now…
Pink freesias with yellow hearts defrosting in the sunshine this morning. It’s a cold spring.
A pot of mauve and white flowering Nemesia, with their soft yellow centres.
Frank, an Italian greyhound is pictured (really, he’s that lump under the fluffy blanket on MY bed) in his ready-for-a-car-trip pose.
A room at the Museum of Australian Democracy (MOAD) where visitors have posted their thoughts on democracy to a crowded noticeboard. The invitation on the board says, ‘Dear Democracy’. Pencils and paper are provided on a long tressel table.
A Guanda Pink azalea in a black bag pot. A new addition to my collection of courtyard plants.
Blooming purple pansies in a pot, with their golden hearts.
Most of my gardening (not a lot tbh) consists of taking things out. But this week I’m celebrating the start of autumn with potted purple fringed and yellow/white pansies.
A lime green bicycle, recently fished from its submerged position in Lake Burleigh Griffin, is now encrusted in dried sludge and leaning against a tree, waiting for its owner.
Italian greyhound, in the recumbent ‘I’m lying on your bed’ position under a warm blanket, shielding his eyes from the morning sun with his front paw. It’s the height of summer here!
"Barn's burnt down -- now I can see the moon." Haiku by Masahide. Looking up thru roof frames against a sunny blue sky. My house being rebuilt after the 2003 Canberra bushfires.
The magnificence of clouds. View from Dairy Farmers Hill. Canberra.
Walking along Lake Burley Griffin, sunny cerulean blue sky with clouds, museum across the water, and ducks contemplating a swim. It was hot and humid.
A potted African Violet on the kitchen window sill is sporting one soft purple flower, with a darker violet frilled edge. One is enough when you’re so abundantly glorious.
Frank, Italian Greyhound, supervisor of home affairs, is lying in a sunbeam with his eyes closed. Exhausted, clearly.
Frank, a tan and white Italian Greyhound, is in the recumbent pretzel position on a bed, head on pillow, watching me dance to JJ Cale’s Fancy Dancer. He’s not looking very impressed.
Somewhere in Canberra a gum tree is flowering. iPhone portrait of sunny pink and yellow eucalyptus flowers in situ.
A distant view of Telstra Tower on the other side of Lake Burley Griffin, framed by two trees with deeply grooved, rough-barked trunks (I’m neither a botanist nor a poet). I photograph my favourite bits of Canberra and hope that one day I’ll have the skill to paint this. #BrushMiles
Two stubborn chooks refusing to leave their nesting box - had to be manually evacuated to the sunny outdoor palace gardens.
Frank, Italian greyhound extraordinaire, lying on my bed (hmmm, not supposed to), in a sunbeam, covering his ears.
Cloudy skies over Canberra today.
The National Arboretum in Canberra. Himalayan Cedars in a meadow of wildflowers.
LBG. Canberra. Blue sky.
In this short life That only lasts an hour How much - how little - is Within our power. (Emily Dickinson)
Jerrabomberra Wetlands