I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral...
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Thank you also for today. These children of yours are fantastic.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
Bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
Ezra and Henry doing different things,
These are a few of my favorite things.....
*sung in a bright, slightly operatic trill*
Kris said,"Ez and I headed down the the Botanical Gardens the other day to re-enact that scene from The Sound of Music where Julie Andrews runs down the hill spinning before gunning down the Waffen-SS squad sent to ship her off to Sobidor sing a merry tune."
What do I have to do cut and paste the letters LOL (and the exclamation points) and constantly post them on your blog?)...LOL!!!!
By the way, I have to agree with your father and Yamini, when it comes to the photographs.
Thanks, for sharing!
DeeDee ;-D