A tribute to the rambunctious little lamb that wormed her way into our garden and into my heart. … More Remembering Lamby
I have a confession to make. I’m not a very good mum. In fact I’m neglectful, thoughtless and sometimes I wonder how I could possibly deserve the awesomeness in my life. How else can I explain leaving Harry in the car overnight, for thirteen hours?
Remember sweet Lamby? Our rambunctious little lamb, who left for greener pastures in the country six months ago. She’s baa ack. Only she’s not quite so little these days. And she seems to have adopted some baaad arse behaviours. She’s a fully fledged sheep, with a girth as wide as a woolly mammoth and a … More No Sheepish Matter
Don’t rub me up the wrong way. I can be feisty and a bit temperamental, but stroke me just right and I’ll purr in your hands. I’m not overly fussed about pedicures and manicures but I do like the odd pamper. Oh yes, I’m a sucker for a massage. Must be a female thing. Give … More Female and Fabulous
It’s nearly winter in Melbourne but today, on the second day of May, I got an overwhelming urge to spring clean.
I had an extra passenger in my car yesterday. A totally unexpected one. I was driving to work when he made his presence felt. There he was, on my half wound down window, inside, a big fat hairy Huntsman, the size of my hand, looking me straight in the eye.
Just when I thought I’d finished posting about Lamby, along comes this prompt: Green.
Who would have thought raising such a little lamb would have such a big impact. She came into our life at barely two weeks of age, after being abandoned by her mother. I blogged about her here when she arrived.
Is it possible to have too much of a good thing? Lamby has eaten (almost) everything. She’s sucked the sage, devoured the mint, deflowered the lemon tree and stripped my yard barren. Not only has she devoured the herbs (minus the rosemary) she’s mowed better than any grass cuter ever could and become a master … More A wish to Grow and Bloom
A world without animals would be exceptionally dull. At least in my books. I grew up with cats. We adopted many strays that ventured into our back yard. Well at least I did. I’ll never forget the day my dad sat in the kitchen and told me there was no way the cat was staying. Behind … More My world of Animals