Tags: exercise, mowing, relaxation
I love mowing the lawns – do you?
M is for Mowing the Lawn
Back and forth, I tramp across the yard,
pushing before me this raucous machine
that devours grass and sticks and weeds,
masticates them in whirling blades,
spitting out their shredded remains
in long uneven parallels of green.
So often a tedious task, but not today:
A warm afternoon sun draws yesterday’s rain
From moist earth into clear blue autumn skies,
And a light breeze cools the well-earned sweat
That, in humid air, gathers upon my brow.
Around me, in red-flowering bottlebrush trees,
Gaudy Rainbow Lorikeets quarrel vociferously,
Chasing their differences from tree to tree,
Their screeches almost overwhelming the mower’s roar.
Up the back slope, where I have not yet been,
Sedate Eastern Rosellas pluck plentiful grass seeds.
I do not mow all their granary, but leave uncut
The yard’s far reaches, amid tall Spotted Gums.
There, skinks and blue-tongue lizards hide
Among tall grass, bracken fern and fallen branches,
And, at night, brush-tailed possums play.
As I work my way across the lawning grass,
Two lapwings follow in my wake.
Immaculately dressed in light tan and white,
Black collars and caps, and masks of bright yellow,
They show no fear as I turn the mower towards them.
Our lawns and the neighbours’ provide
A constant, well-stocked larder for this faithful pair.
Today, they enjoy a veritable feast,
Darting in and dashing out on red-brown stick legs,
Snatching and devouring their spoils – the unlucky insects
So rudely disturbed by my slashing monster.
As I close the throttle at last, blessed silence returns –
Except for those still-argumentative lorikeets.
The lapwings continue to forage over the sun-dappled lawn;
They should sleep, well-fed, tonight.
The mower garaged, I survey, from the verandah,
A neat, evenly cut lawn beneath tall, sheltering trees,
Enjoying the glow of a job well done, and a feeling of
Intimacy with our local community of feathered friends.
(c) Linda Visman
Tags: camping in the bush, friends, history, relaxation, TV shows
These are the latest questions from Cee Neuner – getting to know each other on Share Your World.
Did you ever get lost?
Nope, never been lost – not that I remember, anyway.
Who was your best friend in elementary school?
I don’t remember even having a particular friend in primary (elementary) school. I guess I was rather a loner when I was young.
Since the new television season has started in the US, list three favorite TV shows.
I rarely watch TV, though there are a few programmes I will watch when they come on. Most of them relate to historical aspects. I love the British Time Team with Tony Robinson, though we are several years behind on getting them here in Australia. I also love the Australian and British Who Do You Think You Are? which trace back the antecedents of well known people. That’s pretty well all I watch on a regular basis – when they are on free to air TV. We don’t have pay TV.
If you were a mouse in your house in the evening, what would you see your family doing?
My hubby will be watching TV –either war histories or aeroplane crash investigations usually. I will be either working at my writing on my computer, doing some scrapbooking, or reading.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
We have had the last few days away, camping at a place where there was no mobile (cell) phone reception or internet reception. It has been a time of relaxation and enjoying the country and wildlife.
In the next week, I will be getting into my writing group activities again.
(c) Linda Visman
Tags: coffee, enjoyment, Jetty cafe Toronto, Lake Macquarie NSW, opportunities for disabled, relaxation, Sailability, sailing
Beside the boardwalk
tables & bright red chairs.
Clatter of crockery at the kiosk.
Aromas float on a light
salt-seasoned breeze –
coffee, fish and chips, hamburger.
Older folk natter.
Children jump from the jetty
splashing and squealing.
White sails glide against
green hills and blue sky.
as small, special boats bob by –
the disabled get their chance
to enjoy what others take for granted.
Wavelets carry sun-sparkles landward
where they sssh against the shore.
on a keyboard organ –
soothing background tones,
a grey felt hat at his feet
upturned to receive our thanks.
Sunday mornings don’t get
much better than this.
© Linda Visman
At Jetty Café, Toronto, NSW, Australia 23rd March 2014.
Tags: concentration, frustration, insomnia, meditation, mental discipline, relaxation
Last night, although I was tired and wanted to sleep, I was awake until after 2.30am.
I tried to relax and clear my mind – impossible. Then I tried to ‘watch’ the thoughts as they cropped up and passed by – impossible; they were too quick for me.
Then I tried to focus on one thing, grasp and examine it until I was bored. Maybe then I could go to sleep – but again, impossible.
That’s when I started composing a blog post about my lack of mind discipline.
I am envious of those who can meditate; those who can calm their minds, eliminate extraneous distractions, focus on the inner being & find their centre.
What happens when I try to do the same? Chaos.
My brain seems to be very much like a meat and vegetable soup bubbling in a pot on the stove. All the pieces swirl around, vanish and re-appear randomly, then disappear again before I have a chance to grab one.
My thoughts are like those pieces of onion, carrot and potato, celery, turnip and chicken. Feelings, insights, memories, glimmers of incidents and people and places, books I’ve read, things I have or haven’t done, questions and answers – they all swirl and bob up, then vanish just as quickly.
How do I obtain some sort of control over the maelstrom? What do I do, short of becoming a yogi or fakir or hermit?
All I want to do is quiet my mind so I can relax enough to sleep when I need to, or focus my mind without being distracted.
Is that too difficult? It has been for me thus far.
Do you meditate? How did you start? Does it help you?
Tags: Australian birds, boating, fishing, Lake Macquarie NSW, park, Rathmines, relaxation, walking
This is the second of two posts about the morning we spent at Rathmines. The first post is here.
I sat at a picnic table in the park next to F-Jetty so I could do some writing. But the winter day was so lovely – blue sky, warm sun, gentle breeze – and the sights and sounds so engrossing, that I stopped to watch, listen and take it all in.
Galahs scratch in the grass under a shady eucalypt, searching for tender shoots.
Several kookaburras cackle loudly from nearby trees.
Butcherbirds delineate their territory with their musical calls, and one pays a visit to my table to see what I have to offer.
Brightly coloured Rosella parrots search for seeds in the longer grass and, later, race by with their distinctive bouncing flight.
A wild duck moves off the path to make way for a human pedestrian, then pretends he was just searching for bugs.
Noisy miners chase each other from tree to tree, or make assaults on other passing birds.
Swallows perform their aerial ballet, while picking off insects on the wing.
A magpie digs in the dirt next to me and finds a tasty grub; another sings a melody in the distance.
Rainbow lorikeets chatter and squawk in the treetops.
A shag (cormorant) perches on a buoy just off-shore and spreads its wings to the sun.
A corella announces its appearance with a shrill screech.
A masked lapwing (plover) scuttles across the lawn on stick legs, searching for its lunch.
Seagulls settle for a rest in a placid alcove, while others bob about out on the breeze-blown lake.
Pelicans paddle smoothly by in stately succession.
A peewee seems to say hello to a big black dog that sleeps on a cushion outside a van by the lake shore.
Pedestrians pass by on the walking path. Some walk dogs, others amble by, while several stride out to get their daily exercise.
Hopeful anglers cast their lines from the end of the jetty and wait for an elusive bite.
Two men walk down from their car to the public gas barbecue, and an enticing aroma soon drifts across on the breeze.
A white-haired man sits on a bench reading a magazine.
Two young girls roll by on skateboards; the second takes a photo of the first with her mobile phone.
All that activity in about 30 minutes – and people say that it is boring just sitting on a park bench!
© Linda Visman