For Hugh – A Poem about a Cow and a Wedding

I wrote this poem for Hugh, over at Hughs Views and News, after he made a comment on this post.

I milked the cow in the morning,
on the day that I was wed,
a daily chore I deemed worth doing,
which made me rise, extra early from my bed.

The comforting sound of chewing,
her flank so warm, and soft as silk,
rhythmic sounds of fluid streaming,
as the bucket filled with milk.

I leaned my head against my cow,
and gentle handed squeezed,
as in my head I said my vows,
repeated now with familiar ease.

I milked the cow in the morning,
of the day that I was wed,
and in contrast to her cream white milk,
I married in a suit of red.

A Suit of Red
A Suit of Red

Work Road Trip

The last two days of this week I had to go away for work, and I managed to get a couple of reasonable photos on my old camera, as I am still waiting for my new one to arrive.

Moorhen Bathing

Moorhen Bathing

This Moorhen in my backyard was bathing in a puddle on my path.

Still Water Port Huon, Tasmania
Still Water
Port Huon, Tasmania

These boats were taken just 3 minutes up the road.  Now I am not a fan of boat photos, but the water was still as glass and I could not resist the reflections.

Kelvedon Beach,  East Coast, Tasmania
Kelvedon Beach,
East Coast, Tasmania
Kelvedon Beach,  East Coast, Tasmania
Kelvedon Beach,
East Coast, Tasmania

Thursday was a beautiful day to be driving up the East Coast, but unfortunately due to time restrictions I didn’t really have an opportunity to take photos.  These two photos were taken on the roadside.  What you don’t see is the Panaorama photo I thought I had taken!  (The view extends in an arc over 180 degrees at this point).  It was beautiful on a 28 degree day – the sparkle on the water, the distant spume against the land making a little mist that hugged the coastline, and the lone tree, bent against the wind near the tumbledown wall.

A Friend on the Road, Fingal, Tasmania
A Friend on the Road, Fingal, Tasmania

Driving through country near Fingal I stopped to take a picture of a crow (which I didn’t get) and instead took this lovely face peering at the road. I love the shaggy ears.

Ruffled Feathers, Lake Dove, Oatlands, Tasmania
Ruffled Feathers, Lake Dulverton, Oatlands, Tasmania

This little black water bird amongst the Seagulls at lake Dulverton amused me, and the wind ruffling his feathers seemed opportune just after I clicked the button!

Windmill Oatlands, Tasmania
Windmill
Oatlands, Tasmania

The working windmill at Oatlands.  I love the white sails against the blue sky, and it made a nice sound as it ticked over.

Odd Bird Out, Lake Dove, Oatlands, Tasmania
Odd Bird Out, Lake Dulverton, Oatlands, Tasmania

The black water bird again, love how he has actually merged with the seagull behind.  Lake Dulverton was abounding with birdlife of all kinds.

Hope you enjoyed my little road trip, next time I will allow more time so I can take some proper photos.

Question 34: Hair – (Delilah & the Beanie)

Hair.

That stuff that sticks out of our skin, often where we don’t want it, but mainly on our head.  Sometimes we get upset when it doesn’t stick out of our skin (but that’s mainly Men, and they are a notoriously contradictory species)!

Short, long, curly, straight, blonde, brunette, redhead, grey –  it’s usually there just hanging around, doing it’s thing – or not – depending on the weather, how you slept, what time you got up this morning and if there was any goop left in your styling product container of choice!

It may seem like an innocent thing, but have you considered that your hair actually has a secret agenda?  Yep, you read me, a secret agenda, take a minute and consider the following scenario …

You get out of bed, your short hair is tousled (say that word a few times and you come to doubt your understanding of English) in an attractive “I don’t give a hoot what you think – I love it” way, and off you go to work feeling like you’re made of steel – nothing will get to you today.  Your hair is your strength and will protect you from the sneers of trend-setter Delilah in HR (especially because you don’t go to sleep at work – unlike stupid Samson – and also because you stole her scissors yesterday).

OR

You get out of bed, your short hair is sticking out at an angle that would make an isosceles triangle blush.  No amount of goop will make it stick down, and there is a disconcerting idea forming in your mind that you maybe should just stick a beanie on your head and be done with it.  You just know it is going to be the day that the very attractive person, who has been hanging around long-haired, perfectly coiffured Delilah in HR, comes over to talk to you.  This will cause you to wish that you HAD worn the beanie so you could pretend that;
a) Facebook asked you to wear your beanie at work to show support for {insert your football team of choice} or,
b) that your Great Aunt, who just lost the last of her hair to Chemo and asked you to wear the Beanie as a sign of family solidarity.
Unfortunately you didn’t choose the beanie, and you look like a reject from the “Fastest Sheep Sheared by a Novice” contest.

SEE, your hair has dictated your mood, personality and ability to think of plausible reasons for wearing/not wearing a beanie.

Not buying it yet – ok, what about this.

Silky, soft, shiny, short, smart, spiky, sophisticated, stylish, sexy (weird how many “s” words describe hair).

Comb-over, Blue rinse, Split ends, fly away, wind blown, coarse, mousy, greasy (apply them to a description about your hair and see how you feel).

What does your hair say about you? It’s out there – and there’s no keeping it under the hat!

I’ve always been a Snapper

I’ve always been a snapper, the point and then the click,
but today I have decided to learn what makes my camera tick.
I’m a little trepidatious about all the buttons and dials,
but life should be for learning, so bring on the “manual” trials.
So if there are no pictures to post here on my blog,
it’s because I couldn’t navigate through the camera manual’s fog.
I’m good at reading English, for it is my native tongue,
but when it comes to “Manualese” I often get it wrong.
So cross your fingers for me as I explore today,
’cause if it totally frustrates me I’ll probably throw the thing away.

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