Some people are greeted with nuzzling kisses as they wake from sleep. Or a cup of tea if a bed partner is an early riser. Or perhaps a sleepy/energetic/frightened child climbing in beside them. Or an alarm clock that keeps the day in regular order.  Perhaps even noisy country chickens, lets the neighbourhood know the day has begun.

But I, I am confronted  by this mouth and this creature…..

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pawing at my legs, yawning and barking at me, telling me I’ve been away sleeping for forever!

He bursts through the front door each day and searches my room for me. His expression reminds me of children on an Easter egg hunt. And even though we go through this every day, he makes each morning  feel unique and special.

 

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WordPress  very rarely tells me how a visitor finds my blog. But yesterday I was surprised to learn someone found me by looking for:

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I hope they found what they were looking for.

But I can only assume that as I write, somewhere nearby a large blob of red gooey-ness is on it’s way.

Let me see… indescribable, indestructible, nothing can stop it!

Oh dear. We’re in for a doosy. Tune your transitors  in here for the latest breaking bulletin.

 

 

 

 

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Remember when I said the rain they all said was coming, wasn’t. And that I believed it had all blown over, and away. Well, nature has proved me a liar. Shortly after I posted those words to you, and as I was gently drifting to sleep, I heard the beginnings of a faint pitter-pat of the sky’s tears, falling against the roof.

But I didn’t hear the heavy, heavy rain and lashing wind; strong enough to give us a few hours of power failure. No, I wasn’t aware of any of this, because, the wolf of sleep had covered my ears.*

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When I awoke, the was no trace of it. The parched earth had soaked up every drop, leaving only a faint trace of rain on the air. Who knew that rain had it’s own scent? You did? It’s been so long that I had forgotten. I wonder what tonight’s sleep will bring.

Etsy details and credit for the photos can be found here: raincatcher, fallen umbrella, pink boots, green dress, sleep wolf , * or is that a donkey.

 

 

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I had my second stained glass window class today, and while I am still enjoying the process, the weather was so hot today that both I and the teacher felt faint and dizzy. At one point, all of a sudden I just had to get outside and sit down. It was a close call, but I quickly recovered.

This week I finished my design and I have now begun to cut out my many pieces of glass. This action has an interesting knack to it, you place your glass cutter down on the glass, which is positioned over your design, and as you apply pressure and start to score the surface, there’s a cool sucky-scratchy noise and then a ‘pop!’ as you reach the edge of the glass. If you make that sound, you know you’re doing the right thing. Oh, but it’s difficult. However you get the sense, that once you get the technique down, it could become second-nature to you; I just wonder how long that’d take.

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My teacher told me not to have too high expectations for myself, but if I’m enjoying something I really give it my best effort. My teacher also told me that if she had a spare glass cutter she’d have sent it, and some glass, home with me for extra practice. And that means I really am going quite well. I only have next week to cut out my many pieces of glass, so I can start ‘leading them up’ the following week. My goodness, but it’s a cracking pace!

Because the feeling hasn’t properly returned to the tip of my finger yet, I looked up stained glass pictures on Etsy this evening and found the picture above. It was the nice bit of extra inspiration that I needed. I’ve  also added two pretty pictures. Peonies are the Kings and Queens of roses, in my mind. And that French castle looks too perfect to be real – surely it could only exist in fairytales? Apparently it is real and you can go along to a photography workshop there.

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During the last few days I’ve enjoyed looking at photos of pumpkins, and reading enthusiastic plans for Halloween, on various artistic blogs. And I am torn. I quite like Halloween; I’m feeling it’s fun. And I wish I could crave a pumpkin and light lots of candles and be all festive too. Everyone else’s blog is making me think of crisp nights, and the hope of a cosy, white Christmas to come.

But, I’m in Australia. It’s hot, and we’re hoping for rain. More importantly, Halloween is just not an Aussie tradition and so I wonder if I’d be unAustralian if I decorate the letterbox with something orange and pumpkiny.

Oh, and the image about is my little collage of the two sweetest  Halloween themed photos I’ve seen so far. Please click here to see them on their  rightful blog, and in a nice size .

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