Quiet days and still
This here’s the wattle / emblem of our land / you can stick it in a bottle / or you can hold it in your hand
The wattles are out! OK, so it happens every year, but it’s still very lovely indeed to look over the hills and see dots of yellow here and there… and there. Actually, the hills at the end of my road where this is most well displayed are yet to produce any wattle. I have faith they will soon. If they do, I’ll post a photo of that too (gosh, so very nice of me). I had a nice walk down to get this photo (look! Bees!). It was one of those cool, brightly sunny days with hundreds of birds fighting over branch rights or feeding on the little insects in the grass. Some wonderful moments spent watching strike thrushes and wrens. Both these birds are of the tiny sizing, and wrens have the added interest of a harem. You can watch several grey brown birds dash about for ages before you see the bright blue of the male.
In non flora/fauna news - I finally dragged myself down to see the doctor again. I was all prepared for verbal fisticuffs. I was expecting, to be honest, to be prescribed the same treatment I was on last time (you know, my famous Bitch Troll From Hell stage). When I mentioned the name of the medication, the doctor scrunched her nose up and said “Yeah, that’s the most common treatment I think, but not what I’d prescribe”. I wanted to hug her to bits, especially when she replied to my request for a referral with a “Sure, we can do that”. Wow. Easy.
July 9th, 2004 at 2:54 am
Quote for the day:
These pestilent imaginings, ‘gainst which we strive to force
oft do hide the honeyed seas, through which our lives are cours’d
10 bonus points for author.
July 9th, 2004 at 11:04 am
So happy it worked out well at the doctor’s, HP! I think you’re on the right track now so stay positive. I’m sure it will all get sorted out soon.
The wattle is so pretty. We don’t have anything here that looks like that, not even anything that we can buy. Do you know if it’s a perennial or an annual? Our wrens are completely brown, even the males but very tiny. I think they are our tiniest birds if you don’t count the hummingbirds.
July 9th, 2004 at 12:37 pm
JP, I will have to miss out on the 10 points as Google doesn’t seem to have heard of that one.
Chessie, Wattles are a native tree that usually live for 5 to 10 years, although some varieties last 50 or 60.
July 9th, 2004 at 10:51 pm
Lol, I thought you would have guessed that I made it up. I am a master of pastiche.
July 10th, 2004 at 2:44 am
He’s been reading too much Tennyson again, HP. He does that every once in a while. Just nod and look impressed.
July 10th, 2004 at 5:39 am
wd Chessie for identifying style I had in mind :)
July 10th, 2004 at 3:27 pm
Dear lord JP, warn a person before you go all profound.
Chessie, I can’t keep this up, I’m going to strain my neck with all this nodding…