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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Your sons are fabulous!
To answer the question you left on my blog:
Poison ivy itches like crazy. (Unfortunately I know this from personal experience.) But it has never hurt me. Someone else might have a different story though.
Hmmm. No poison ivy in Tasmania, eh? You have no idea what you've missed. ;-)
Cute baby and nice portrait.
Your EG Tour Guide, he had me figured the second he stepped foot outside!
Lessie, I can’t think of it!
Your EG Tour Guide, he had me figured the second he stepped foot outside!
Lessie, if there is, I can’t think of it!
Alice, they are pretty cool. I think that they’d like Arradon.
Sam, with the attitude to boot!
Abe, I’m a regular around Ohio.
Your EG Tour Guide, I’m glad that we don’t have it here. I wonder how many amorous young couples have gotten more than they bargained for after a romp in the woods!
Laurie, when they sit still I do!
Danial, we haven’t tasted him yet, but he smells nice!