Flower Friday with May Gibbs

May Gibbs was born in England in 1877 and moved to Australia when she was 4 years old.

She came from an artistic family and began drawing

at a young age.

As a young woman she returned to England several times

to study Art.

She loved the Australian bush and its flowers.

She saw bush babies in the blossoms.

We see them too, on our walks.

Bella photobombing a gum blossom.

 And bring them home with us.

Even the old gumnuts became characters in the many children's books she wrote and illustrated.

The villains in her stories were the Big Bad Banksia Men.

We see them on our walks.

Can you see them hiding amongst the foliage?

She also bred scotties and wrote a book about:

This is our VERY OLD 1944 copy.

The only colour photo in the book.

Every January, on the closest Sunday to May's birthday,

her Sydney home is open for scotties (and Westies) to bring their peeps

for a picnic day.

Alas, we've never been.

But...

We've noticed that the Wattle Babies are starting to appear.

Wordless Wednesday

Hmmmmmmmm...

You know how SHE said we messed up the grass and put sand

in the little holes some dog dug in the grass?

Some dog kept digging,

So SHE filled in the little holes again and put

wire over the area

held down with tiles.

Just who has made the BIGGER mess, we ask?

I Spy with my little eye....

Some things that shouldn't be there....

Roxy and Dui

Bella

SHEEP!  That have escaped from their paddock!

The Birds..

All week, whenever SHE has gone near the front yard, 

Maggie the Magpie has shown up.

 

 SHE has been giving him some of OUR treats.

This morning while opening the gates to take us to the river,

there were lots of Galahs next door.

 Then quickly, Maggie came scurrying over...

along with

 Maggie and Maggie!

They got our 'good dog' treats for the river.

(In case Dui does anything good.)

Wordless but not

Woofless Wednesday.

We live in a duplex and after weeks of barking at prospective buyers and workmen, it was moving day.

Loads of people were wandering around and we dogs didn't get any rest.  So much to bark at and snoopervise.

At one point there was a dog in the back courtyard.

Dui was in a frenzy racing from the front window, to the backyard, side gate, and back again.

He did not want to come in last night--even at bedtime.

This morning he was out at 5 a.m.

Crazy boy.

Our frosty mornings have paid off.

The oranges have finally been bagged and ready to be sold.

It is a good little earner for the kids who live there and bag them.

After the first year, when they earned about $150 each, it has become an annual event.

 This morning, the actual table and honesty box hadn't been set up yet, but SHE spied them

under the hay--also for sale--so took a bag, wrapped a $5 note in an old receipt, wrote on it that it was for the oranges and put it in their letterbox. Because all the bags would be gone by morning.

The one at the top looks like it has an umbilical hernia....lol.

They are Big, Sweet navels.

Aroma Therapy

Thursday, last week, we went to our 'clean' river walk--you can't get down into the river.

 We found some bird feathers scattered around. 

They smelled wonderful, but we were told to 'leave it!'

We did, and continued walking.  Then SHE turned around and saw Roxy racing to catch up.

Roxy had been enjoying some Aroma Therapy....

she was covered in black gunk and smelled like a corpse!

SHE was not happy.

On the way home, SHE stopped by a new OUTDOOR dog wash that some of the people at the river were talking about.

And I, Roxy, had a dreaded bath right out there in public between two car parking lots!

At least the water was warm, it would have been the cold hose at home.

Can you see the FROST?

 We had no camera, so we stopped by on Saturday morning

to take a photo.

We found this happy fellow on Sunday morning.

Wonderful Wednesday Walk

SHE managed to get the bandage on the correct foot...

off to a good start!

 The bandage is more of a pad now, so I can run on four legs.

And attack Dui.

 I can also hunt in the grass.

 And race ahead of everyone.

We had the whole area to ourselves today....free running!

and no muzzle.

Senility Sunday...

Two frosty mornings.......-6°C/21.2°F

 We kept warm before we went to the river.

Saturday I, Roxy, had to wear a bandage, baggy and two baby socks over my sore foot.

It lasted about an hour and a half.

Coco was there, and that meant wild chasing games.

This morning, SHE even used duct tape

to make a better bandage,

But

didn't notice what was wrong until we reached the river.

Can you see the problem?

We think the frost iced HER brain.