It's got so hard for me to keep my blog going. Do I really want to keep telling you what I do each week? Do you really care? Is something that happens any more significant because it's seen?
Maybe it is, to anyone creative. Zara and Biscuit, the Dynamic Duo, have been caught out here eating crackers. What sort of dog or cat eats crackers? I don't know. I was feeding them to the birds. But then Zara got interested, and then Biscuit got interested.
It's got to be a little bit unpleasant here, what with the temperature getting to 38 degrees Celsius, but NOTHING can stop a dog and a cat in need of some action. Faisal meanwhile is sitting down under the shade of the mulberry reading Australia's best newspaper, The Age, a newspaper that never veers to the left or the right but keeps an open mind and an open heart.
Zara nibbles. Biscuit nibbles. We're all crackers, in some way or other. I will have to keep the blog going. The wind is blowing out there. Soon it will get hot inside the house too. Me, I nibble on hope, hope that everything everywhere will turn out fine. And with two little crazy crackers such as these two -
- I know that it will. What I get to see, which photographs fail to capture, is the unending playfulness between these two. Never has either of them been hurt, but to see them chase about, you'd think you were watching World Championship Wrestling.
This then is my back porch. The little girls are growing admirably. We must love, must we not, wherever we are, whoever we are among?
It's too easy. Gardening's hard work and I sometimes couldn't care less if what I do gets noticed by anybody. What I care about are the lives around me, which, to me, never die.
