Tuesday, 17 January 2012

Reflections on my summer holiday

I know I only arrived home yesterday, but I've been thinking....

Seeing the indentation of paws and a big, flat, warm spot where Alfie had snuck in to nap on my bed.  I only ever saw the evidence, not the actual dog.

A koala balanced up the top of a telephone pole...still as a statue and still there on our way back hours later.

Take: one sheet of black builder's plastic, some fence posts, a garden hose, two strong fathers and some willing kids.  You get: hours of squealing children hurtling down a very mild slope, laughing their heads off as they beg, "faster! higher! more!"

The joy of finding a baby willie wagtail and holding it.  The tears later, when the dogs got it.  Explaining to the sobbing niece that the dogs aren't bad, they're just doing what comes naturally.

The discovery of what happens when a large puppy sees a large three year old running away...plaything!  The further discovery of how hard it is to get a three year old (boy) to stand still.

Seeing a huge orange moon slowly rise on the horizon.

Being able to see the stars at night.

The image of tiny children sitting on very big horses.  Hearing a tiny five year old's voice issuing the command "BACK" and seeing the horse step backwards.  Seeing the look of satisfaction on her face when that one step is taken.

Sleeping past 9am nearly every day.  I haven't done that since I was a teenager.

Finishing a book every couple of days.

Having family around.

Having Alfie around.
(c) divacultura 2012

Trying to get Alfie to look at the camera.
(c) divacultura 2012
Never going to happen.


  1. Oh Alfie's gorgeous! Thank you for persisting. He's kind of looking at the camera.

  2. Alfie IS gorgeous. He would sit and stare at me and the minute I got the camera out, turn away and never look at me again. He's never really lost his puppy looks.