Angel webs

Some people grow flowers in their garden. And vegetables and herbs and things. We grow cobwebs.

We grow some flowers – the nasturtiums that spring up and grow wild every winter for instance – but they’re not nearly so spectacular as the cobwebs.

I’m rather fond of the cobwebs and constantly marvel at their structure and the magical way they catch the light.


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The last of the possums

I had begun to mourn.

I hadn’t seen Vera and Skydiver for a week. Previously, they had never been away for more than three days. I wouldn’t have been worried except that the last time I saw them they seemed very despondent. Neither would eat the apple we offered. I wondered if they were sick, and when they disappeared I feared the worst. I tried to reassure myself with the thought that Skydiver had probably just grown too big and energetic to be contained in the small space on top of the cupboard and that Vera had taken him farther afield in search of a new home.

Still I worried, all the while telling myself that I ought to let the natural world take care of itself and get on with being an artist.

I arose late yesterday morning, and when I wandered out onto the verandah to eat my breakfast, my husband greeted me with a smile and “they’re back.”

And so they were. Skydiver was considerably bigger … big enough to compete for the apple.

They were gone again today, and I suspect they’ll be gone for good soon, but I can rest easy knowing they didn’t die of a mysterious illness.

Thus ends, I hope, my ridiculous obsession with possums on the verandah … a ploy to avoid any ‘real’ writing, whatever that may be.



More possum news

I’ve been too busy to write much lately. I knew this would happen.

Thought you’d like to see some new Skydiver pics. There was a lot of noise on top of the cupboard today … Junior is growing and getting friskier. I decided to try to get closer to them and thought some chopped apple should do the trick. Vera is obviously not accustomed to humans getting too close to her, or maybe she’s still not sure if we were responsible for her baby falling from the cupboard. Proceeding with caution, I pushed an apple piece towards her. She growled at me, but reached forward to take the apple, watching me all the while.

Skydiver was very interested in the apple, but Vera wouldn’t give him any. I put each piece of apple a little further away from her so she had to come towards me, still growling. Skydiver doesn’t appear to be frightened at all … he came forward almost to the edge of the cupboard.

Both seem quite happy to have their photos taken. I used the flash once, but Vera growled again, so I had to settle for blurry shots.