The paper mache was still trying to dry

Winter is almost over

It's now just the August winds to blow their way through our

 landscape and then Spring is just around the corner.

The first trees to blossom are the Wattles and the peach tree

and no socks in the bed.

My exhibition is very near at Dubbo Western Plains Cultural Centre.
Saturday 24th August  2.00pm opening
The artwork I have created is all about the plight of bees and their
existence, they are struggling with pesticides, mites and exhaustive pollinating
schedules due to mono culture.
It's a very serious problem that if something is
not done very soon, our bees will no
longer be.

Here is a poem I wrote about bees

THE BEDSPREAD OF NATURAL HISTORY

a bees' lament

S U M M E R
My mouth is full of the honest primrose night
With a slowing clock
delicate and accomplished
cross pollinating

A U T U M N
I imagine ticking soft shadows of air
with coarse black wings
While grass persists to remain
awake for an hour

W I N T E R
I did not imagine this slow frost stone
sustaining a secret
Strategic terrain
the crinkled spark
My thoughts are walking round the exhausted table

S P R I N G
Curvature of drunken bees on the landscape floor
Time lays in a short line
my only familiar scent is that of a flowering curtain

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Misty morning

Woke up to this beautiful mood.
Fluttering of snow the day before and today a beautiful foggy mist.

The new camera has arrived!

It makes me sigh.

Bill's new 8 x 10 timber and brass camera or very old one I should say that we picked up on good old ebay.

The next couple of months will bring some gorgeous morsels of tin types 

into the Hill End Press Studio for Bill's exhibition at Dubbo.

Meanwhile we are still setting up and kicking on the wedding stationery, just about to load up the new website for my artwork that I've been working on, learning quick books for dummies and setting up a new accounting system (not exactly an enticing part of the business but seriously must be done) organizing Open Studio Day Sunday 22nd September and I'm close to my exhibition at Dubbo Project Room, Western Plains Cultural Centre.

Busy busy busy
but in the best possible way.

Had to take mental time out last week and rake some elm leaves to mulch the top garden and put heaps of organic chook poo.

Always centres me.

Woke today to find snow fluttering past the window and through the day my first glimpse of the red robin sitting in the rowen tree.

How especially beautiful is that!