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I was surprised to find this fruit on the Japanese quince which are there for their flowers. It's not fruited before, or at least I've not noticed. The web says it is nowhere near as flavoursome as culinery quince.

From the neighbour's garden
bamboo wind chimes
ring with a muffled plunk, plunk
a Japanese sound.

1 John 3:13 (New International Version)
Do not be surprised, my brothers, if the world hates you.


Moss has been soaking up the rain like a sponge.
Squeeze it and I'm sure water would run.

Luke 10:38-42 (New International Version)
As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, "Lord, don't you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!"
"Martha, Martha," the Lord answered, "you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed.Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her."


Fishbone ferns down the back garden.

at the lush green
from incessent showers.
light slashed the sky.
Time to go inside ...

Psalm 97:4 (New International Version)
His lightning lights up the world;
the earth sees and trembles.

Perfect note

Methodically giving wisteria
a neat haircut ...
clip, clip, clip while
the shaved headed boys in
the garage band up the road
found their perfect note ...
thump, thump, thump.

Romans 12:2 (New International Version)
Do not conform any longer to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God's will is—his good, pleasing and perfect will.


I think this is a young male King Parrot taking on his adult colour. Females and juveniles have green head feathers.

Pipe-pipe, pipe-pipe
His high-pitched voice stays true
He's softly cracking seed.

Proverbs 8:15-16 (New International Version)
By me kings reign
and rulers make laws that are just;
by me princes govern,
and all nobles who rule on earth.

Sufficient grace

Beautiful rose
thorny bite.

I guess the roses will be done soon. What's left of them after the dreaded black spot from the rain.

2 Corinthians 12:7-9 (New International Version)
[Paul writes] To keep me from becoming conceited because of these surpassingly great revelations, there was given me a thorn in my flesh, a messenger of Satan, to torment me. Three times I pleaded with the Lord to take it away from me. But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.


Whoo hooo ... the sun has been shining for three days in a row!!

The house it vibrating as
Trucks rumble up the street
And pounding machines pummel.
The Lawson roadworks continue.

Psalm 96:9 (New International Version)
Worship the LORD in the splendor of his holiness;
tremble before him, all the earth.


After saying the melting hail looked like frogs eggs and remembering as children we called tapioca frogs eggs, I decided I really should investigate what real frogs eggs look like.

Frogs eggs - bubbles in viscous liquid
like boiling toffee just before it goes golden.

Luke 11:11-13 (New International Version)
"Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead?Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!"


The pond makes me sad,
All I hear is silence.
The clogged pump no
longer fills the top pool
where the birds flapped and bathed.
The little pool no longer
spills with a rattle into the
pond where the waterlily grew
and fish danced under the
water fall. I wonder
does the last lonely
fish still slip silently
through the curtain of weed.

Isaiah 53:6-7 (New International Version)
We all, like sheep, have gone astray,
each of us has turned to his own way;
and the LORD has laid on him
the iniquity of us all.
He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet he did not open his mouth;
he was led like a lamb to the slaughter,
and as a sheep before her shearers is silent,
so he did not open his mouth.

The joys of a garden

The tall thin pencil pine at the gate gets lost among the spreading bows of maples and other pines but the wisteria has no trouble finding it.

Rustle rip, clip-clip
wisteria reluctantly
giving up it's twining grip.

Paula from Pensacola Daily Photo passed on an award to me this week. I have volunteered to answer the questions.

Your Cell Phone? Not important.
Your Hair? No fuss.
Your Mother? Loved lilies
Your Father? Loved ferns
Your Favorite Food? Chocolate anything.
Your Dream Last Night? Who remembers dreams?
Your Favorite Drink? Water
Your Dream/Goal? To have a beautful garden
What Room Are You In? Lounge Room
Your Hobby? Garden appreciation (not gardening)
Your Fear? The garden will never be tidy.
Where Do You See Yourself In Six Years? Still working on the garden
Where Were You Last Night? Home
Something That You Aren't? A gardener
Muffins? Home cooked
Wish List Item? A gardener
Where Did You Grow Up? Country Queensland
Last Thing You Did? Read blogs
What Are You Wearing? Jeans and jumper
Your …


Time to lop the agapanthus heads. I was doing that this time last year too. A bit of sunshine at last yesterday too.

Snip snip, sap oozing
As stiff stems fall.

Proverbs 18:12 (New International Version)
Before his downfall a man's heart is proud,
but humility comes before honor.


Baking muffins for church morning tea.

I'm stirring up memories.
The wooden spoon a gift
from a dear Christian friend.
Mother-in-law's mixing bowl
at Mum's old kitchen table.
The ladies grew old and went to the Lord
but their noble tradition continues in
the smell of freshly baked cake.

Proverbs 31:10, 15, 20 (New International Version)
"A wife of noble character who can find?
She is worth far more than rubies.
She gets up while it is still dark;
she provides food for her family
and portions for her servant girls.
She opens her arms to the poor
and extends her hands to the needy.


Here is the ginger flower close up.

Breathe in deeply my friends, the fragrance is divine.

Romans 1:20 (New International Version)
For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.

Breathe in

Out the back door
Ginger fragrance
Sends a message
Autumn is near.

You may remember me showing you this part of the garden at Christmas time when the Acanthus were in flower. They die down as summer fades.

Ephesians 5:1-2 (New International Version)
Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children 2and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.


To ease a cough:
Squeeze smooth lemon flesh
Pour the tangy citrus over
Sweet dollop of honey,
Add hot water and hugs.

1 Corinthians 13:4 (New International Version)
Love is patient, love is kind.


The naked ladies are stirring,
King Parrots whistle from above,
Bella donna.

Psalm 51 (New International Version)
A psalm of David. When the prophet Nathan came to him after David had committed adultery with Bathsheba.
"Have mercy on me, O God,
according to your unfailing love;
according to your great compassion
blot out my transgressions.
Wash away all my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin."


The begonias transplanted into the garden from last year's pots are all flowering now. These usually droop when they get dry, no chance of that right now.

Kookaburras in the distance, group gargling.

Job 38:34-38 (New International Version)
"Can you raise your voice to the clouds
and cover yourself with a flood of water?
Do you send the lightning bolts on their way?
Do they report to you, 'Here we are'?
Who endowed the heart with wisdom
or gave understanding to the mind?
Who has the wisdom to count the clouds?
Who can tip over the water jars of the heavens
when the dust becomes hard
and the clods of earth stick together?

There's a party

There's a neighbourhood party, I'm doing cheesecake for dessert.

Tangy taste of cheese with
Bitter sweet dark chocolate
Cool juicy burst of cherry
Smooth creamy texture

Psalm 36:7-8 (New International Version)
How priceless is your unfailing love!
Both high and low among men
find refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house;
you give them drink from your river of delights.

Drying out

Drains dripping, dippety-dip,
Soft cones rise, growing green.
Cockatoos wheel and screech above
Dying drum beat – drip … drip.

That's if for our little sojourn among the pines but we'll be back because those soft cones appear ever other year and bust pollen in the Autumn I'm sure to want to show you it when it happens.

Job 38:28-30 (New International Version)
Does the rain have a father?
Who fathers the drops of dew?
From whose womb comes the ice?
Who gives birth to the frost from the heavens
when the waters become hard as stone,
when the surface of the deep is frozen?

And after the sun

Ping on the roof. A small cone falling?
Ping, ping, ping becomes a rattle.
Slam the windows, move the car.
Ice melts to frog's egg pools.

Yes the veges got another beating. And I'd just swept up all the pine needles brought down by the previous hail storm.

Job 38:22-37 (New International Version)
"Have you entered the storehouses of the snow
or seen the storehouses of the hail,
which I reserve for times of trouble,
for days of war and battle?
What is the way to the place where the lightning is dispersed,
or the place where the east winds are scattered over the earth?
Who cuts a channel for the torrents of rain,
and a path for the thunderstorm,
to water a land where no man lives,
a desert with no one in it,
to satisfy a desolate wasteland
and make it sprout with grass?

Brightness after rain

A slanting water-wash ripples the boughs
‘Til sun breaks through – a diamond shower.
Hard cones gleam with watery varnish.
Crisp clean fragrance in rising warmth.

OK these are more like poems than a list ... the pines seem to want it said that way. And this was taken a week ago, it raining hard again today.

2 Samuel 23:4 (New International Version)
"he is like the light of morning at sunrise
on a cloudless morning,
like the brightness after rain
that brings the grass from the earth."


Its been raining hard for days,
a persistent drum roll.
Slippery water seeking places to leak
through the taut tin skin.
Spilling over the edges where
pine needles have gathered.

Deuteronomy 32:2 (New International Version)
Let my teaching fall like rain
and my words descend like dew,
like showers on new grass,
like abundant rain on tender plants.


Pines along front fence

Tall pines stand guard over the house,
stoically protecting us from the hot western sun,
tossing brave arms at the fierce winter winds,
alert and imperious on foggy autumn days,
glistening dew medallions in the spring,
and in all seasons filling the gutters with pine needles.

Philippians 4:6-7 (New International Version)
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.

Songs in the night

From the side verandah at night.

We've been getting an awful lot of wet weather lately, most often it's this misty type of rain making eery shadows night and day. This post also reminds me that I haven't shown much of the pines so I will run a little series over the next few days.

It's a warm calm night.
Possums scratching about,
frogs bopping quietly,
gentle rustle of wind in the pines,
and the lazy tinkle of wind chimes.
A soft lullaby.

Job 35:9-11 (New International Version)
"Men cry out under a load of oppression;
they plead for relief from the arm of the powerful.
But no one says, 'Where is God my Maker,
who gives songs in the night,
who teaches more to us than to the beasts of the earth
and makes us wiser than the birds of the air?'


King Parrot eating Japanese Maple seeds

We see lots of King Parrots in our maples at this time of year. Up close to the house so a chance for me to get a good shot.

Down the road they're feasting too.
Adult children talking across each other
Bursts of laughter
Clatter of plates
Clink of glasses
Mum laughing too loud again.

Psalm 23:5 (New International Version)
"You prepare a table before me
in the presence of my enemies.
You anoint my head with oil;
my cup overflows."

Seeing by touch

Tree fern trunk

The story of its growth, as written in braille.

Mark 8:22-26 (New International Version)
They came to Bethsaida, and some people brought a blind man and begged Jesus to touch him. He took the blind man by the hand and led him outside the village. When he had spit on the man's eyes and put his hands on him, Jesus asked, "Do you see anything?"
He looked up and said, "I see people; they look like trees walking around."
Once more Jesus put his hands on the man's eyes. Then his eyes were opened, his sight was restored, and he saw everything clearly.

Summer meditation

Leaf on Port Wine Magnolia

I was sitting on the cooler south side verandah on Australia Day last week, notebook in hand, and began to enjoy myself writing down what was going on around me ... it was this year's theme beginning to emerge.

Leaf twirling
Magpies gargling
In harmony with distant crows
Click of summer insects
Blowflies buzzing
Sharp nip of mosquitoes
Frog bopping in the pond
Thud, thud of joggers feet
A slow rally, pock, pock at the tennis court
Crash bang, neighbours cleaning up
Fern fronds fanning gently
Swish of water, hosing the hot garden
Cars humming, off for party supplies
Hens clucking
And the leaf dancing in the bright sunlight.

Psalm 104:34 (New International Version)
May my meditation be pleasing to him,
as I rejoice in the LORD.

Burnbrae Journal Volume 2

Come and sit on the front veranda to chat about my new theme. It's from Five Senses by Judith Wright.

While I'm in my five senses
they send me spinning
all sounds and silences,
all shape and colour
as thread for that weaver,
whose web within me growing
follows beyond my knowing
some pattern sprung from nothing-
a rhythm that dances
and is not mine.

In the end I decided not to change much, but I'm going to endeavour to write of the sounds, smells, taste and feel of what is going on around me as well as photographing what I see. The words won't be poetic or the rich thread that Julie weaves so wonderfully in her RIFF ... just a simple exercise in being more aware. I will also try to be more adventerous with some of my photos.

The lingering smell of good food wafting through the doorway was our Sunday brunch ... crisp bacon, golden omelette spinkled with fresh garden herbs, and warm buttered toast on the side ... sorry you're too late.

Psalm 34:8 (New International Ve…