Tuesday, 15 March 2016

Verging on the Wild

we call these flowers fairy whips

rock and flower, Queenstown (reminds me of my father-in-law)

tigers on the prowl

African marigolds - a country-wildflower-garden, favourite. We're saving the seeds to plant later in the year

two little lost irises

most street verges are manicured, mown grass - not this one! What a lovely idea to plant wildflowers

roses deep in the purple

a tree not going anywhere

a restless background 

 baby sparrow waits for Dad ...

... and here he is ...

a kindly neighbourly act - beans in a basket for the taking

testing the convection oven's capabilities, hoping it doesn't let down my baking prowess (such as it is) 

a hope and a prayer

Dear Reader,

A bit of a flowery post today. Purple prose?

Flowers are great reminders of how beautiful this planet can be. They do not ask us for anything. They are simply there. They just grow and be.

I have now finished the first draft of my novel and cannot believe how hard it is to just leave it be. (Like a quote I saw on Facebook today - 'Everything I have let go, has my claw marks all over it').


I am resisting the temptation to pick it up and tamper. I need to put space between it and me so that I can come back to it with a fresh perspective.

In the meantime ...

During my writing break I can at last start reading my pile of books-to-read. (While writing, I don't read much at all). Most of them are poetry books. Although, I did start a Katherine Mansfield biography today, then promptly fell asleep. (Which is not a reflection on the book so much as an age-related thing).

Not surprisingly, I am a fan of the more southerly (local) poets. 

Look out for this little gem! (Happy and proud to report that a piece of my writing is in it).  

It is the end of the day and it is raining; the birds are disconsolate - I can hear their dismayed chirping (a cold snap has caught our previously balmy autumnal spell by surprise). I can also hear a dog crying somewhere in the hood. There is no sound more mournful.



Avus said...

Our local council has started planting our verges with wild flowers instead of mowing. Delightful!

Kay said...

Avus - What a fantastic idea.

J.T. Webster said...

Beautiful pictures, as usual! I love the wild flower verge.
Congratulations on finishing the first draft - what a mammoth achievement! I hope you spoil yourself in some way. You deserve it. I'm looking forward to reading the final product.

Kay Cooke said...

JTW: Thanks. First draft finish feels really good. Have enjoyed a complete writing break, but may start writing a poem a day for NaPoWriMo ...

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