Red hot pokers, birch and green green green. Thanks to my bro for the pic!
We’ve just copped the heaviest rainfall in 98 years – dams are full, creeks are swollen, our bridge is out (more about that later) and even the paddocks are flowing. However, as far as I know, we haven’t had to bring in the elephants yet!
[photo credit: Tasmanian Archive and Heritage Office]
It’s not just kittens that live under the house at Kibbenjelok. For a few days I had been hearing funny little growls under and around the house in the middle of the night. We have quite a few possums and pademelons around the garden which come down to feed on the grass in the evening and then tromp up and down the veranda, keeping us awake all night. Despite their cuddly looks, both can be quite fearsome and will growl at each other given the slightest provocation (mainly food). “Maybe it’s just the p-animals having a tussle” I thought. “I wish they’d keep it down”.
An amazing and loving cat. Rosie died in May 1998 and I dedicate this chapter to her memory.
Rosie was a white cat with calico markings. She was petite and very intelligent. After we bought the farm, we employed a group of painters to smarten up the walls and do some minor alterations with doors and windows inside the house. This became rather awkward as we were both working in Hobart and Middleton was an hour’s drive from our Hobart home, however, we tried to drive down as often as we could during the week. Once, during one of these dashes down to Middleton after work , I was in the kitchen area when I heard Kees call out to me, “Gay, come and see what I can see.” I ran to the sun room and Kees was pointing outside through the fish net covered window, where I saw a tiny, little, mangy white cat. She was sitting half under the house and looked half-starved. “Oh! Suss said she thought there was a mother cat in the barn when she came down the other day,” I told Kees, “This must be one of the kittens.” The words were hardly out of my mouth when I noticed two tiny little heads poking out from beneath the white cat with calico markings and as we silently watched, the kittens cautiously emerged and I knew then that the diminutive white cat with calico markings was a mother. (more…)
Not a lot is flowering at the beginning of July – just a few early rhododendrons (how beautiful is the orange/yellow deciduous one – it’s an azalea I believe) and a rogue dutch iris.