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Snow joke. Mount Wellington, as seen from Geilston Bay. July 2011. Ezra's birthday party is due to begin in one hour's time. I hope that by the time this post goes up: i) the cake is done and dusted, ii) the party bags are brimming with goodies, iii) the children are dressed, fed and watered, and, iv) the sun is out. But first, a poem... More Hope More Dust , Kojo Laing Three Ghanaians have taped goats’ backs, they block the dung. I By the dust-blown koobi stands a chief on one leg, AM taped goats grunt and move their dust onto the flat fish, OBSESSED and to the raised one leg the horn sends a low sympathy WITH of music, for three Ghanaians plus three equals three Ghanaians still, THE who stand behind the bus and admire the exhaust-pipe TOUCH freshly sweet with sugar-cane that was exhaustedly brought OF as the goat escapes with a powerful blast, its SKINS own anti-hoarding exercise done through the hide of the rump. AT The chief dancing with the other leg expects koobi in the e...

So today was the littlest Aussie battler's second birthday party. Of course, Master Ezra will not actually be TWO until tomorrow, but Sunday generally draws a better crowd than Monday. The cake represented one of Ez's best friends - the man non-gender specific person in the moon - and was politely received the the audience in attendance. While not quite on a par with the previous crocodile from Henry III , it represented an advance on " sickly Elmo " of Henry II. We can all agree that it was a step up from the "sunken apple tea cake" of Ezra I . As I am increasingly finding, the combination of hosting duties and wrangler to two energetic and fearless specimens does not leave much time to snare many good snaps, particularly on a winter's day not braced with much in the way of good light. As a consequence, I've not come away with much of a haul in terms of photographs. That said, I have got a few here, and if you check back for tomorrow's morning...