A Reflection of a Life


Happy Mother’s Day, Mum

 

 

So here in Australia today it is Mother’s Day.  Mums around the country will be treated to breakfasts in bed, phone calls and visits from their loved ones, and many warm conversations will occur. Memories will be recalled as well as being made on the day. All a part of the good life we all hope for.

There are some mums who I’m sure would wish they could partake in activities with their loved ones, but for whatever reason they are unable to do so. This is the case with my own mum, Shirley.  Sadly she began the battle with dementia a decade ago, prompting my return from life in the USA, where I had migrated to a decade earlier. So again today I will make the journey back to Toowoomba to spend time with Mum, and this time I’ll be taking my friend and her little fluffy dog, Lily, who the residents will I am sure, swoon over.

Mum was an active woman all of her life, right up until her health issues started to take over.  She had lost her husband (my Dad) in 1995, and continued to live in the small country town that they had moved to some years earlier. Goombungee is a small rural location west of my hometown of Toowoomba. There she became somewhat reclusive, spending her time gardening and also caring for the multitude of animals and birds that visited her garden. When locals came across an injured bird or animal they knew they could bring it to mum who would lovingly take care of it, and send on to a vet if necessary.

These days she is cared for at a specialised nursing home, where she lives in a beautiful room, though sadly is now bedridden.  Whenever I visit her eyes light up and her frail hand comes out to hold her son’s hand.  Over the years it has been somewhat distressing to see mum slowly lose her ability to remember those memories, which form so much of a part of our lives, that have been built over her 80-something years (it’s polite not to tell her real age, right?)  🙂

Mum loved to garden, and having most of her life in Toowoomba, it’s no surprise to know that she spent so much time tending her loved plants, especially her flowers.  Toowoomba is blessed with rich volcanic soil, and just about anything will grow there, profusely. Every year for as long as I can remember, the Carnival of Flowers has been held in September, at the start of Spring.  The flowers in the gallery are not hers, though they are similar to the varieties that she grew. She also had a love of birds; just as well because lorikeets were everywhere.

This is a brief look at Mum’s life as you can imagine.  That little man sitting on the steps is me. It’s one of the few of me that I like.  🙂

I don’t know how much longer she will be with me, so I make as many visits as possible. I can’t wait to give her a bouquet of flowers and see her eyes light up. ❤

 

 

 

All creatures great and small are precious


As you most likely know, I live in Australia.  Like every place on this earth, we have creatures of all shapes and sizes. There are some that are not found elsewhere, except for in zoos and wildlife parks elsewhere in the world.  I am reminded every day when I drive that there are kangaroos and koalas in the area and that I should slow down in case one has wandered onto the roadway.  This is especially so when it comes to koalas, as they are somewhat slower than a kangaroo.

When I was a kid, I had the lovely experience of raising a joey kangaroo (baby) — my dad found it’s mother along the roadway; she had been hit by a car, and dad stopped to see if there was a joey in the pouch — which there was.  So “Skippy” came to live with us for a few years, until he got too large for us to look after him any longer.  As sad as it was, we had to give him to a wildlife park which would take good care of him.  That would have been about 50 years ago, when I was 10.  I often think of those years, of bottle feeding him until he could feed himself; of going with my dad out to a dam where there was a lot of tall grass, and bringing bags and bags of it back, so that we had enough for a growing kangaroo to eat.

The video below just melts my heart every time I see it.  It is from an Australian wildlife park, and Imogen is the star of many videos.  She’s been raised there from very young times, and this video shows the loving care that she and all the other residents receive on a daily basis.

Enjoy!

Time Marches on


Wow, it’s early March and here I am making my first post for the year. Last year saw a few things take my attention away from blogging, which is annoying, because when I write, I am relaxed.  Some of those issues continue on, hence my not being back here in some months.  But I have decided that I must allocate time for myself, so I hope to become more regular again.

When there was some spare time, I most often found myself, with a friend and her dog, at beachside locations.  There are many to choose from in my area in the south-east of the state (Queensland, Australia). My friends on Facebook would certainly support me in that regard, with numerous shots from the locations.

One of my favourite spots is on a small island off the coast — Bribie Island.  It’s connected by bridge to the Aussie mainland and is a popular day trip location for people in Brisbane (the state’s capital) and surrounds. This particular spot is at Banksia Beach, on the protected side of the island.  The waters are clear and it’s a safe place to swim. The photo below was taken from my camping chair. In the distance are the Glasshouse Mountains, so tiny here, but when you drive past them on the motorway, they are much more imposing. I had the pleasure of living on Bribie Island a few years ago, so I know the good spots not usually overrun by tourists. 🙂

So this is where I have been a lot of late. Next post (how’s that for showing a positive outlook) I’ll showcase some of the other locations we have been relaxing at.

Cheers!  🙂

Seasons Greetings


Well, this will be my last post of  the year.  My blog posts have been absent for a few months and I hope to get back to normal in the new year.

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It’s Christmas Eve (morning) here in Brisbane, Australia.  Already the temperature is high, with a forecast for a hot steamy day for Santa’s arrival tomorrow.  It’s times like this that I really miss a nth American Christmas. A Christmas day of cold weather (especially if associated with snow) can’t be beaten, in my opinion. Instead here we suffer the heat, and often times head to the beach — even Santa involves himself.

So to my blogging friends, I wish you Season’s Greetings — a safe Christmas and New Year.