Philosophical Meanderings of My Mind

This post Christmas/New Year season has become a sit around and do not much time. Today is Sunday, and I’m usually in Gawler in the late morning on Sundays, doing a poetry workshop with another person, or other people, but that isn’t happening today, so the first session for 2018 is more likely to happen next Sunday instead. I hadn’t planned that, but in not planning it, I was probably subconsciously planning it not to happen. I don’t/can’t know for sure, and it doesn’t matter, really, I don’t think.Β  I’ve had some outside time, and am now inside again, at home, and happy with that, even though it’s just a small thingmissy slightly bemused.
Staying home today, the only poetry written, if any, will be done here, with the cricket on TV and radio as the background for the day …Β And trips outside of course, as requested by Missy. Missy is currently lying on her sofa, looking extremely comfortable, eyes closed, ears erect, but not active … I just slapped the sofa next to me, and her eyes opened, eats turned to me, then away, and she rolled over and now has her back to me and my silliness. She’s not huffy at me, just not that interested in what I’m doing. That’s fine, we have our own lives, to some extent, the humans and the dog, and we’re enjoying our lives, together or separate.
Out of the window on my left I can see clouds, grass, plants and birds, all doing their own natural thing, obeying the rules of Nature, which make more sense to me than some of the rules of the cricket … With Nature, there is no appeal to a higher authority, because if Nature says it is so, then it is. If something other that humans were expecting, it means Nature wasn’t using the rule we thought was being used. Science may find the answer, people may think they have the answer. Much may be written, thought on, argued over, but Nature will just continue on, and we must manage as best we can, with whatever Nature and mankind do next …
There were sparrows outside, on the front lawn, about ten minutes ago, when I started writing this post. I can’t see any now, but I’m sure there are certainly lots of sparrows out there, back yard, front yard, in the trees and bushes and just everywhere. Sparrows are very successful occupants of our world. They have their needs, and seem to be able to fulful those needs well. The sparrows I saw earlier seemed to be adolescents, not quite up to adult size, and I’ve been noticing such not quite adult sparrows, and thinking about what they get up to, boy and girl sparrows, getting on with their lives, boy groups, girl groups, boys sparrows seemingly crashing into the girls groups, while girl sparrows flitter away, only to be followed and annoyed by the boy sparrow.
I’m quite likely putting my own interpretation on these actions of the sparrows, and could well be getting it entirely wrong. I’ve written a haiku about these matters previously, and it’s in my poetry collection “Tense and Still”, where I wrote about various creatures I see in my life, whether our dogs, cats I’ve seen, known, imagined, or those wild creatures I come across in my life or my travels or in my imaginings.
Thinking about these things whether I uncover the truth or not, helps me to gather ideas, things to think about can lead to things to write about, and writing about things is the thing I do. I am a writer, a poet, a blogger. Words are my tools, and I love to use these tools in the many different ways possible to use them. Poetry is my favourite method, certainly preferred over writing a novel, because of course a poem can be thought on, written, edited and published very quickly. A novel takes so much longer to complete. I have one of those ‘in progress’ at the moment, but I have a strong suspicion this novel will make only very slow progress, because I’m allowing myself to do many things other than the writing of this novel …
above the fish pond
I know being a novelist isn’t really a title I feel fits with me, the way being a poet does. The longer form of literature feels too unwieldy perhaps for me to handle. I know how to put together and publish a poetry collection, and how to market it. A small book of poetry can be printed in small numbers, and sold in small numbers, and small numbers of people get a little book of my poems to read and think about. It will never make me rich or particularly famous, but that’s fine. Money and fame are not what I write for, I write for my own amusement, and the small amounts of money/fame I gain while nice to have, will never be the major thing.

Reasons Why I love the Garden

  1. I love the garden because it’s colourfulΒ blue flowers
  2. I love the garden because it’s fruitful
  3. I love the garden because it’s peacefulabove the fish pond
  4. I love the garden because it strongly links me with Nature – the birds love the garden, and I love to watch the birds who visit our garden
  5. I love the garden because a garden is the loveliest place to benapowrimo 13 pine pic
  6. I love the garden because it adds greatly to my creative self
    Photo from back when the first print run of my first self-published book came out. Currnetly promoting my thrid print run!  "Dig It! Gardening Tips for Dogs"

    Photo from back of my book about gardening from a dogs point of view, when the first print run of this, my first self-published book came out.
    “Dig It! Gardening Tips for Dogs”

    Yes the garden is a lovely place – at the moment we have snow peas plants producing food for us, with tiny new snow pea plants growing, and soon enough I expect we’ll have all of the snow peas we need for ourselves, I love snow peas! My favourite vegetable, I think.

    When I sit out in the garden, my mind calms down, and wonderful thoughts occur at times. Serenity rules in my garden time, until the dogs or perhaps the air force have other ideas! But even these things can’t take away from the lovely things the garden does for my head and my body, slowly calming down, with stress leaving my body.

    I have an almost spiritual feeling for the garden, and for Nature in general, I love it so much. I feel sorry for people who don’t have a garden to love. Do you love the garden too?


A Garden Poem, from my Heart to Yours!

What is a Garden?


A place to be, where peace abounds

A place that’s filled with lovely things

A mad place crowded with too many hounds

A place with bugs and stinging things.


A place with trees, looming down from above

A place with produce for us to eat

A place with flowers I truly love

A place to sit on my comfy seat


I commune with Nature, the clouds and the breeze

Pruning the bonsai, planting the seeds

Out there is plenty to give me ease

In the garden is where creativity feeds!






Salad Days are Here!

I’ve been thinking more about plants recently. Not just stately trees, but smaller plants. My husband is responsible for some of this thinking on my part. He’s set up two vegetable patches, set up high, well away from any rabbits who may drop by.Β 

We’ve been getting excited about bonsai trees again, my husband and I. We’ve both been playing with bonsai for many years, and have our own bonsai trees we’ve tended since before we moved to the country. I’m not sure whether any of my plants actually go back that far (we moved to the Mallala district in 2008). One of Graham’s trees is that old though. It’s a jade tree, with a worthy trunk and stately manner…

The vegetable patches have been in place for about two months. We’ve just begun enjoying the fruits of his labours – with two beans picked from the patch and consumed this morning. They weren’t huge beans, but they certainly had a suitably ‘beany’ flavour!

I’ve tried some of the carrots, with are only the size of my little finger (I have quite small hands). I’m trying to leave the vegetables alone so they can grow bigger and better! We also have a fine crop of coriander, and some basil growing too. Added to this is the pot of chives that we’ve had growing for many, many years. It dies down every now and then, and we pick produce from it sometimes, when a meal needs a little bit of the zing chives can bring.

I actually picked some chives yesterday afternoon, for the salad I made to take to an event we both went to. The salad started out as a plain waldorf salad, with walnuts, celery and apple. Then I put on some yummy garlic sauce, instead of coleslaw dressing, with some sweet chilli sauce for some sweetness.Β 

I felt we needed more to make it a bigger bowlful, and didn’t have any more celery to add. We have more apples, but putting any more in would have unbalanced the salad. So what to add? Mushrooms, obviously. In times of need, you go to what’s in the fridge! Then I put the chives in, but still felt the salad could take a little something extra.

A look in one of the kitchen drawers reminded me of the dried fruit, nut and seed mix I often put on my breakfast cereal. I sprinkled some on top and mixed it through, and then came the taste test. I was a little worried about whether the garlic sauce and sweet chilli sauce would work, but I needn’t have concerned myself, it was a great mix.

The next concern was this – would the Mallala Lions like my quirky take on the simple waldorf salad? Well the proof to the answer for that one was the empty bowl, once dinner was done! I’ll definitely try this version of a family favourite again. I suspect it will have another run during Christmas Celebrations this year!

Do you have any stories of your own variations on basic recipes? I love the creative choices cooking brings! Creative cooking is so much more fun than slavishly following a recipe in a book!


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This blog is a bit of a mish-mash, where posts are posted deliberately with a purpose in mind, by mistake when they should have been placed on another blog or just put here for the heck of it. This post though, is placed here to amuse and intrigue the readers.

The words there are all true, written on Sunday, and posted here for several different purposes. Different readers may gain different insights, or gain no insight at all. I’m not responsible for that, I have to leave that up to the reader. Nice things happened Sunday, when it could have a less than pleasant experience.

I consider my way of dealing with things is the best way for me – with acceptance and serenity, and with an open mind. It works for me… This may end up being the beginning of a murder mystery, an urbane and serene murder mystery … This is what I wrote:

“I wasn’t supposed to be there, not at all. I was supposed to be somewhere else, same road, but half a k south of where I was. And I was hours early too, hours and hours early. I was out of bed early, so early. I don’t like getting out of bed early …

So what did I do, that silly mixed up day, hours early and nothing much to do? What did I do? I checked out the cafe, Tram Stop 4, facing onto, not surprisingly, tram stop 4. I checked the cafe out, the skinny flat white out, the conversation skills of the owners’ 4 year old daughter as well. All good.

I shared foreign words with said daughter, who surprisingly and impressively, knows how to count to ten in German! At the age of four, wow! I also shared the visual delights on my iPhone thing with her, handing it over and sharing names of my dogs whose pictures were on my phone. The child handled the phone with all the youthful confidence of one who didn’t have to pay for it.

Next thing to check out was the toilet facilities, observing the playground facilities handily close by. All measured up well, and there was a happy group enjoying themselves outside in the shade. The mirror near the toilets allowed me to ascertain I’d made a mistake buttoning up my blouse. I was glad to be able to fix it up without any embarrassment.”

That’s it. A fun morning spent at a fun cafe. I like cafes, and this one is especially easy to like. Β Tram Stop 4 Cafe is a friendly place, almost like being at home, if home was filled with light and fun and art. There’s lots of magazines to read too, interesting ones. Oh, and with fine coffee and good food, I mustn’t forget the coffee. Chris and Michelle, with their tiny helper A L have created a lovely space to dash in for a snack to go, or to lounge around in where the pressure to do stuff melts away, and serenity seeps in. If I didn’t live on the wrong side of Adelaide, 60 km away, I’d be spending a lot of my time at this cafe.

I felt so relaxed and at peace with myself on this day, that even though I was stupidly mega early, it didn’t feel stupid, it felt like it was meant to be. This calm and lovely space, with the calm and lovely people in charge was my oasis of peace. I offer my thanks to the owners, and hope I get there again sometime… Oh and did I mention the chocolate milkshake? I must mention the chocolate milkshake, milky, chocolatey, deliciousness with two straws, Absolutely divine!

If you’re ever around tram stop four, 5 Aroha Tce, Forestville SA, drop in. You will be so glad you did! Tram Stop 4 Cafe, where serenity comes with the coffee!

tram stop 4 cafe

Crazy mixed up excellent day…