Ode to Spring (and Beeish Bums)

Spring has sprung and beeish bums
Are humming in the trees
It’s luverly the blossoms are
Oh wait, I have to sneeze

I love to see the fuzzy bees
All celebrating pollen
Though having an ongoing sneeze
Can make me very solemn

But truly it’s a happy sight
A cloud of beeish bums
So though I sneeze with all my might
It’s hard to stay too glum

I’d hate to see a world
Without them fuzzy bums around
So in between my sneezes
I shall relish humming sounds

I like to see the dance they do
It’s cute and sort of funny
They’re welcome to my plants
And I look forward to their honey.

Hummmmmmm

Hummmmmmm

And Now For a Bit of Culchure, New Zealand-Style. A Little Blues Song Wot I Wrote – The Tariki Schoolhouse

Mount Taranaki, West Coast, North Island. Also featuring in the foreground, 'Betsy', of New Zealand Bovine Models Inc, TM. The Tariki Schoolhouse lives under this mountain.

Mount Taranaki, West Coast, North Island. Also featuring in the foreground, ‘Betsy’, of New Zealand Bovine Models Inc, TM. The Tariki Schoolhouse lives under this mountain.

I have come to realise that I’ve been disgustingly inactive on my blog recently. You can’t blame me though – it’s midsummer here in New Zealand and there are many things to do other than sit at one’s computer writing (or raving, in my case). Like go camping, or socialize, or get into your garden, or socialize. Or go riding around town on your bicycle and break out your Mohawk Riding Helmet (TM). Or socialize… Continue reading

Lizard Queen of Navarac – (Contains Lizards).

Tiny house living has its idiosyncracys. Such as being stuck inside a small space during very bad weather. A couple of winters back I had the dubious pleasure of experiencing this while it rained for two weeks solid. After several days I got to wondering if I should tie 44 gallon drums around the outside of my wee home, while nursing visions of it lifting from the ground and gently drifting out to sea.

A bottle of wine or two combined with over a week of solitude, and three nights later, I had written a poem/saga encompassing the visions that flashed through my head. It contains lizards because I’m great fan of them and somehow a collection of lizards ornaments and doodads has grown around me over the years. Funny what happens in a 17ft-long tiny house when the rain and the wine do flow…

Never had the lizards seen a sighting like the Lizard Queen, leading from the towbar thus...

Never had the lizards seen a sighting like the Lizard Queen, leading from the towbar thus…

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The Otis Files. Otis – The Final Tail. Or Not…

Otis finally left us at the age of 16. Apparently in her last two weeks she would go and visit some people around the corner who had two huge dogs and several cats. They told us that she would walk up to the animals’ bowls and help herself to their food, then lie down in the garden, and their dogs and cats would all lie down around her. On the last day they found her in her final sleep, in the same situation.

In some of the later photos here, her physical deterioration is evident, but she was still really big on the inside… Continue reading

The Otis Files. Otis, I Notice 7

'You are feeling coooold. You need a warm furrrrry thiiiiing in your bedddd....'

‘You are feeling coooold. You need a warm furrrrry thiiiiing in your bedddd….’

Otis, I notice

Likes sleeping on beds

And sometimes enjoys

Curling up by my head

She’ll come in the dark hours

And prod me to show

It’s time to move over

And share my pillow

She’ll tap me quite gently

With padded wee paws

But if I don’t wake up

She’ll put out her claws Continue reading

The Otis Files. Otis, I Notice 6

Sometimes when she’s washing she’ll leave her wee tongue peeping out of her mouth, which really looks dumb!

Sometimes when she’s washing she’ll leave her wee tongue peeping out of her mouth, which really looks dumb!

Otis, I notice

Likes to be clean

But you’ll never see her

In a washing machine

She uses her tongue

To comb out her fur

It’s got brushy bits on

For getting out burrs

Sometimes when she’s washing

She’ll leave her wee tongue

Peeping out of her mouth

Which really looks dumb! Continue reading

The Otis Files. Otis, I Notice 4

I really want to touch you but you're icky and sticky...

I really want to touch you but you’re icky and sticky…

Otis, I notice

Is quite into bugs

She’ll chase after wetas

And follow the slugs

She’ll poke at their feelers

With tentative paws

And sniff at the slime trails

Crossing the floors

The wetas will poke back

With big spiny legs

And cling to her fur

Like ugly clothes pegs Continue reading