an ordinary september morning in a bush suburb of brisbane, australia

the light is soft, the sky ablaze in the east, sun rising over my sister’s empty house
the neighbour’s roosters are crowing, highway a-humming, small birds whistle
a pop-pop-pop
tweet a-twitter peep-peep pittering
a chirup a chirup a chirup
the hens squabble up the hill over breakfast
except for chee chee who grizzles at my feet about the too-cold water
in little groups the rest come join her – ranga2, bonnet, julie2, lovely, dovely, bandit-the-pizzle, and ember
now crowd at my feet whinging for scraps
My feet are damp from the dew and coolish
hands are warm from the coffee cup perched on the table in front of the laptop
The early crows get up and call the rest to murder
the last of the chooks’ breakfast
Soon my sister will be home from night shift. I will get up and make her a cuppa if she drops in
and be careful where I tread.

small comforts when I am sick with a cold

tea
really soft tissues
napping
a soft hug
sitting in the morning sun drinking tea
gentle voices
being able to say no thankyou
people popping in for a wee visit
my dressing gown
a steaming hot cup of tea
another nap

a few things I have recently accepted…

my badass middle aged lady beard

the desire to carry tweezers everywhere

no caffeine after midday

waking up in a sweat at 2am after drinking caffeine at 3pm

the dog is incontinent

i still love the dog

the steam mop given to me by my mother-in-law really is the best present ever

Gratitude day 1

one for David who gets me even when i’m tired and prickly and sour he rolls his eyes and cooks me a roast anyway
two for Kirra, a protector, telling it as she sees it straight
three for Keltie a quiet hug, a sensible word, sweet
four for Bindi a different take, a giggle, a surprise
five for my little collective, all our pains-to-be-withnesses, awkwardnesses, and laughs and the big big love for being there at the end of the long hard day, listening or just pretending to thanks

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