Keeping Things Cool

When the weather heats up, it’s time to cool things down, whether in the garden or inside, coolness is a treasured thing … We’re fortunate to have good air conditioning inside our main room, and have the funds to easily pay for the power it uses. And outside in the backyard with have a green lawn, and shade on it for at least half of everyday, if we go outside.

I tried on and wore a dress I’d forgotten I had today, and that was certainly cool, no sleeves, and a comfortable fit for me, where I suspect it had been quite a bit tighter when I first got the dress. I’m not really a ‘dress’ kind of person, but who knows, maybe I could become one. Before I can wear the dress out, and away from home, I need to deal with the forests that are my legs though, a bit too hairy for comfort!

I wonder about that ‘too hairy’ thing though. Why can men show off hairy legs, but women usually opt for the tedium of hair removal when it crops up where ‘ladies’ shouldn’t be hairy? I have a spot on my chin that persistently wants to grow, and I tend to the wayward hairs a few times a week. My arms have hair on them, but not an excessive amount of hair, I don’t think, so I leave them well alone, and have never had comments about too much hair there.

My legs though, they need to have hair removed, or covered up. Most of the time, I wear pants when I go out, and so can leave my legs unshaven … Dresses though, in the hot summer we seem to be heading to, they will mean I have to deal with the hair, lest a spider feel I’ve stolen their legs … I’ve been told in the past hairy legs look like spiders legs, but can’t remember who said it.

along came a spider

Anyway, hairy legs are not a good look, unless one is intent of making a point about freedom, and who knows what else. I’ll keep the undergrowth clipped short, so as not to frighten anyone, or wear pants instead of dresses for the same reason.

Shaving is my main method of ridding my legs of hair, but I’m open to other methods, if I can be convinced of a better way. If you have your own hair removal method, please comment here, and give your ideas on the whole subject, I’m quite interested in thoughts on this one!

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Ants on My Mind

Yes I have ants on my mind at the moment. And no, of course I don’t have real ants inside my head! I have been thinking about ants a lot though, and further thinking about writing a picture book about the ants I’ve been thinking about.

These antsy thoughts were prompted by all of the ants that go past me when I’m outside sitting on the sofa we have on the back veranda. If I look down on the veranda, there are lots of ants, going to the left and the right, with some heading off in other random directions. Most of them seem to be going either toward or away from wherever their home is, which I think is to the left of me, away from the backyard, further away, but still on our property.

I see ants carrying dead things, and these are always heading to the lift, so I assume they’re taking food back to their home. I don’t really know a lot about how ants live, whether it’s mainly one gender who do the work, or if they all do. I think I’ll have to look further into this, I could get ideas for the picture book. If I’m writing for children, I want to get the facts correct, that’s important.

The ants I’m watching are mid-sized ants, not the little ones, and certainly not inch ants. These ants could bite, if I got in their way, I guess, but they’re not troublesome to us in any way. I suspect we’re more troublesome to them. Sometimes I see ants trying to pick up one of their comrades who’s been trodden on by people or dogs. I feel sorry for those poor dead ants, but I can only try to not tread on them, no guarantees I won’t do it, and I can’t prevent others here from doing it, the dogs and my husband wouldn’t care …

I have this idea of being a secular Buddhist, and while there is much I don’t know about Buddhism, I think not killing other creatures is a relevant concept. I don’t like killing things anyway, and I try not to, if I’m paying proper attention. I don’t massively swerve around things on the road when I’m driving at high speed though, killing myself wouldn’t be a good thing to do … and I have this silly fear that if I drove over a brown snake on purpose, trying to kill it, it could somehow get inside the car with me, and bite me …

Anyway, these ants … I need to write some more pages, at the moment I have potentially 18 pages done, if the set up of the book is to have one line to a two page spread. I need more than that. And I need something whizz bang clever/funny/amazing to wrap the whole book up. I don’t have any ideas on that part yet. I think I’ll get the research done first, so I don’t waste my time, when actually knowing more could actually hand me the perfect ending … Sitting and watching ants is fine, but understanding more on what they’re doing would be better.

I’ve written a little bit about ants, poetry, one of the poems in my poetry collection about creatures in my life has a funny poem, where an ant provides the punch line. This is the poem, I think I may read this one at a funny poetry event I’m attending Thursday night.



A lesson learnt


The little boy pulls down his pants

with no regard for decency

or any good reason, I can see;

he aims a stream at toiling ants.


Panic disrupts the ordered dance

and causes much unbridled glee

at such confusion caused by pee.

But one small ant sees a chance,


it latches on to one small toe.

Giggles then rise high to screams.

Boy shakes his foot to make it go,

ending all his urine schemes

of treating insects thus, and so

a needed lesson’s learnt, it seems.


No actually, I need a poem that will take up to two minutes to read, and a practise reading just them only went for one minute, which is nowhere near enough time. I’ll have to go back to my original thoughts on which funny poem to read … I hope I can find it …

Do you like rhyming poetry? I find I write rhyming poetry more when I’m trying to be amusing, and write non-rhyming with more serious poetry. I’d love to know how others feel about these things … Please leave a comment!


New Poetic Style, New Poem

I have recently discovered a new poetic style, well, new to me anyway. I accidentally found it on a website, and have now written two poems in the style. The form is the Shandorma, and it is a short form, based on a particular syllable count – this one: 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables ie, three syllables in the first line, five in the second line, three in the third and fourth  lines,  and five in the sixth line. A Shandorma poem can be just that, a six line poem, or you can do two or more verses in the same style.

You may be wondering what this poetic discussion has to do with dogs and gardening, but there are a few different reasons why. The first is simply that the poem below is based on dogs and by inference, a garden. Also, I think this little form of poem is ideal fro those simple thoughts one might have, when outside in the garden. You can carry a little notebook and pencil in your pocket, ready to scribble any thought that may become a Shadorma!

So here is my Gardendog Shandorma Poem:



Wishful Thinking …


Birds outside,

dogs inside, waiting –

I open door,

they rush past,

are they hungry, or hopeful?

Back inside, dinner …


© Carolyn Cordon 2017


What do you think? I may write another one soon, about something I saw earlier today when I was out in the garden … It wasn’t enough to go on about too much, but it felt worth recording somehow. Ah, yes, I’ll write that poem now! and … Bang, it’s done  the first draft of the poem is below:


One Small Thing …


let it drown,

leave it to Nature

or step in

save bee’s life?

I decide, grass stalk ready –

bee holds, then flies off …

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Garden Stuff Today

Today I’m more interested in garden-related things, although the dog things still have to happen, put out, let in, cleaned up after, fed and medicated, hour after hour, day after day … But the plants have their own cycles of life and so I was out in the back yard about half an hour ago, tending to one of our plant’s life cycle events.

The relevant plant, or rather plants, are two Cape Honeysuckle bushes that we inherited when we bought our home in the country nearly thirty years ago. We didn’t know what these plants were back then, but we were especially thrilled with them, when they began to flower, with their eye-catching orange red trumpet-like flowers. The shade they gave was excellent too, for the position they’d been planted in, right next to two dog pens. We’d moved to the country to breed dogs, and had moved into a place that at one time was owned by ‘dog people’ previously, so had pens/ kennels and runs already in place.

Anyway, back to the now, It’s the beginning of November, the flowers are finished, and I was looking to see if there were still any seed pods left for trying to germinate more plants from. I have two Cape Honeysuckles beginning to grow from seeds sown some time ago, growing very slowly, and I’m getting impatient, so having more tiny plants to tend to might help me keep motivated. Growing from seed with this plant is supposed to be quick, or at least the germination process is.

So I managed to find a few seed pods, and carefully brought them inside, clenched firmly in my left hand, knowing that if I opened up my fist outside, any of the seeds there would probably blow away in the lovely breeze out there. These seeds have ‘wings’ to help them fly away when they’re ready to go, and I wanted them inside with me in charge, not outside where Nature may or may not manage the task. Given that we don’t have any other Cape Honeysuckle bushes growing around our sizeable place, Nature doesn’t seem to be doing a very good job of on-growing more of these plants. Although of course, there’s no telling how far these little seeds may have ‘flown’ to, with the breezes around here …

So I brought my handful of seeds inside, and tipped them out on the newspaper spread on the dining table. There treasure I had was nine seeds. I put the seeds onto a folded up tissue in a little plastic container, put some water over it all, then placed another bit of tissue over the top, and placed it all on the window ledge in the kitchen, which is where this growing experiment has been taking place over the past month. The two plants that germinated from my first lot of seeds are there, planted in those little jiffy pots, and today I’m thinking a little about whether or not they’d be better off if they were planted into actual pots, and taken outside where all of our other plants are … Decisions, decisions …

I’m thinking of heading off to watch some of the lawn bowls happening in the nearest town now, so the plant moving will have to wait for another time. I hope to get some growing action, and I’ll report back here if anything comes of today’s gardening adventure! I love growing my own plants! Do you like growing plants too? I’d love to hear about it! If you do, please leave a comment!