I was sick this weekend with a really bad flu, but I won’t bore you with the details, though it would bring me such relief to do so.
This time on our creek walk we were in search of tadpoles in drying puddles to take home and rear into frogs. The frogs in this part of the world are being overwhelmed by the very ugly, very-much introduced cane toads and they need whatever help they can get to keep up their numbers.
Lauca had a friend over for the weekend. He rather likes our house, I think. It is a combination of us having a herd of computers to play on and also the opportunity to go with Bill walking creeks. Plus, I am a bit lax in supervising the biscuit box, which tends to be quite popular with kids, too. What happened to the biscuits? Oh, you ate the entire box. Really? That fast? Well, that’s breakfast sorted then.
I like to think of creeks as one big problem-solving exercise for little kids, I’m generally pretty reluctant to step in and solve it for them – what path will they pick, how will they navigate their way up and over big boulders and down through streams and little gorges.. and even, will they keep up, or will I finally get the biscuit box to myself?
What happened to the biscuits? Oh, you ate the entire box. Really? That fast? Well, that’s breakfast sorted then.
I’m always rather pathetically relieved when I find that someone who I think is a Mother to Be Admired does this sort of thing too.
hahaha! Yeah that sounds pretty familiar… (I think, outside the US “biscuits” refer to what we call “cookies”, right? Why do we not speak English the way the rest of the world does?)
Because we’re largely an immigrant country (or, we were, at least, before xenophobia kicked into high gear a little before WWI) that bastardized the languages of everyone else.
Phew, that’s a me three from here!
Playing around in creeks when on holidays was a great joy of my childhood, it’s so wonderful that you have that close to home.
No it’s not, it’s me too. I think I need sleep. (I have also had the horrible lurgi this past week.)
I love your pictures so much. It’s always like stepping into a fantastic movie.
Thank you everyone, for such lovely comments. I feel quite self-indulgent photo-blogging, so it was nice to get all these lovely comments.
And your comment, Woodturtle, was such a sweet one. Thank you.
A million billion years ago, when I was a kid, we visited some friends who lived in a very rural part of Southern Illinois (I live in Northern Illinois). They didn’t have running water, and bathed in a stream that ran through their (five mile long) driveway. Your creek pictures are really reminding me of that visit, and splashing about in clean clear water, and picking my way through giant trees and over enormous rocks.
Also it’s really cold here so it’s nice to see a bit of summer.
Mad love for the handling of the empty biscuit tin, too.
i really want your life!
Oh elne, what a sweet thing to say. There are lots of crappy bits, believe me, I just selectively edit.
*looks yearningly at the photos*Wow; your countryside is gorgeous. Reminds me of Gran Pulse. (All I do here is make FFXIII references…But it is like that. Green-ness and stones and climbable bits and interesting things to look at. And maybe this seems normal to you. But I live in London and before that in an extremely boring bit of England where nature was something that happened to other people. Or crammed into teeny little corners where nobody could notice and Civilise it.)
Really wish I lived in Australia now. Well, almost. I’m not sure about your seasons all being upside down. And…*spiders*.
What is it with the English and spiders in Australia? You’d think millions of us Aussies carked it from bites/were covered in them annually.
You have POISONOUS ONES. Poisonous killer spiders. Also snakes. And scorpions. And basically POISON ON EVERYTHING. We English are used to spiders being harmless little things that you remove from the bath every so often.